“Nicole Snow, why you plagiarize my design?”
I question her as soon as I rush into her office.
Nicole Snow looks up at me, calmly and coldly, “What are you talking about? I don't understand.”
I should have known that someone like Nicole Snow, who has experienced a lot, wouldn't panic even if
I come to question her.
Seeing how calm she is, I couldn't be too impatient. I take two deep breaths to calm down and say,
“The drawings you gave Mangalore are obviously a copy of my design. You're a well-known designer,
why would you do that?”
I place my phone on Nicole Snow's desk, together with my own drawings. The two drawings are
exactly the same.
“They do seem to be the same.” Nicole Snow glances at it and smiles lightly, “But do you have any
proof to prove that I copied your design? Your design hasn't been released to the market, while mine
has already been published. As for plagiarize, it seems that you have plagiarized mine. Besides, do
you think that with my reputation as Nicole Snow, people will believe that I copied your design?”
Nicole Snow's words, like a bucket of cold water, pour over me from head to toe.
I'm just a newcomer, how can I compare with Nicole Snow? Public opinion for sure is on Nicole Snow's
side. But that's not the truth.
I can’t accept it. If this work was really judged to be Nicole Snow's, that means all my dreams are
shattered. I wouldn't have my own house, and I wouldn't be able to leave Frances Louis for a while.
“Speak with evidence.”
Steven Song's voice comes from the doorway. I look back and find that the office has already been
filled with onlookers outside.
“Steven Song, I didn't plagiarize.”
I walk up to him and say to him by looking straight in his eyes.
Steven Song is still wearing his mask and looks like he hasn’t recovered from his allergy. He must have
come to the office specifically because of me.
“I know, I trust you.” Steven Song smiles at me and pats on the shoulder to comfort me.
Nicole Snow's face turns pale at once while saying to Steven Song.
“What do you mean, Mr. Song? You said you trust Jane Noyes. Do you mean that I copied her
drawings? Even if you prefer Jane Noyes to me you shouldn’t have shown partiality to her in front of
everyone.”
Nicole Snow really doesn’t feel guilty at all when she says that. It's obvious that she copied my work,
and yet she still acts as an innocent.
I am so angry that I want to rush up and rip Nicole Snow's hypocritical face off.
But with so many people here, it would make me look even more unreasonable if I lose my temper.
“Truth will out. I'll get to the bottom of it.”
Steven Song says and gives me a wink, gesturing for me to follow him out.
I follow Steven Song out of the office. He says to me, “Jane Noyes, I trust your innocence, and you
definitely didn't plagiarize. I will get to the bottom of this matter. Before the truth comes out, I will ask
you and Nicole Snow off work for the time being so as not to affect the other employees. The
employees will have a heated discussion about this sort of things. It's better for you guys to stay at
home.”
“Fine. Please find the truth. My career has just started which can’t be ruined by Nicole Snow.”
I go back home, turn off my phone, go upstairs and lie on the bed.
All hope is shattered and I really feel awful.
Why is it so hard for me to be free?
I lie in bed for a long time, but I couldn't sleep at all.
I faintly hear footsteps coming from downstairs.
Frances Louis seems to be back.
I hear his footsteps come closer, then stop. There is a blazing gaze watching me through the quilt.
I peek out, and find Frances Louis is standing at my door.
Judging from the sunshine outside the window, it's only about three or four o'clock in the afternoon, why
is he back so early today?
Without saying a word, he walks toward me. He stares at me for a long time before the words come out
of his mouth coldly, “Jane Noyes, are you so desperate to make enough money and run away from
me?”
employees will have a heated discussion about this sort of things. It's better for you guys to stay at
home.”
“Fine. Please find the truth. My career has just started which can't be ruined by Nicole Snow.”
| go back home, turn off my phone, go upstairs and lie on the bed.
All hope is shattered and | really feel awful.
Why is it so hard for me to be free?
| lie in bed for a long time, but | couldn't sleep at all.
| faintly hear footsteps coming from downstairs.
Frances Louis seems to be back.
| hear his footsteps come closer, then stop. There is a blazing gaze watching me through the quilt.
| peek out, and find Frances Louis is standing at my door.
Judging from the sunshine outside the window, it's only about three or four o'clock in the afternoon, why
is he back so early today?
Without saying a word, he walks toward me. He stares at me for a long time before the words come out
of his mouth coldly, “Jane Noyes, are you so desperate to make enough money and run away from
me?”
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