NovelEnglishChapter 145 Grateful, I glanced at him before stepping into the room with a poised demeanor. "Good morning, everyone. I'm Jane Webster. I'm here today to explain everything clearly and thoroughly." Margaret followed closely behind, challenging. "You want to prove your innocence, don't you? Start then." Her confidence seemed unshakeable. Had I not always been one to keep an ace up my sleeve, I would have been at a loss for words, following her script.
"First, I'd like everyone to listen to a recording."I took out my pine and played the conversation betweenand Linda the day before.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe room's atmosphere shifted as faces registered surprise and skepticism. Seemingly prepared, Margaret dismissively said, “And what's that supposed to prove? Linda is your assistant, isn't she? How do we know you didn't stage this whole thing?" "That's a fair point," I conceded and nodded, pulling out my design drafts from my bag. "Take a look at these. You can tell from these revisions that Margaret has submitted my second version of the design draft, not the final one." Having sknowledge of design, Margaret was quick to counter. "Are you trying to fool us? Who copies something without making changes? Making changes is to be expected." I stood up and smiled, pointing out the details in the second draft. Then, may I ask if you. are secretly in love with me? Why else would you leave my initials on the design draft “What?” Margaret tensed up, hastily standing to see where I was pointing, only to scoff, "It's just a few minor finishing touches..." "JW," I said firmly, meeting her gaze. "you mean your minor finishing touch is my initials?" It was a habit I developed in college, discreetly adding my initials in an inconspicuous spot on my drafts before the final submission. I would have them erased before I turned in the final version.
"Impossible!" Margaret's face drained of color. When she wanted a closer look, the drafts were already being passed around, and the glances thrown her way were full of doubt.
Yet, no one dared to speak up against her due to her status as "Mrs. Ferguson" except for one outspoken individual who couldn't help but laugh. "Look who's calling the thief! Mrs. Ferguson herself, the esteemed wife of the Ferguson Group's CEO, stooping to plagiarize her designer and then playing the victim? Talk about a scandal reaching the Atlantic." "Shut up!" Furious and embarrassed, Margaret stood up. "Knowing that I'm Mrs. Ferguson, you still have the guts to talk like that. Do you not want to work in RiverCity anymore?" With that, she shota malicious look and stormed out.
10:04 Chapter 145 Right and wrong were now clear as day.
I had no more to say. Mark looked atand said gently. "Jane, could you wait outside for a moment?" "Sure." I left the room, and Mark cout about two minutes later.
Mark asked, "How about a coffee in my office? I smiled. Thanks, but no. You have things to do. I won't keep you any longer." Mark had helpedmore than enough, and I didn't want to impose further. It was a hell of a job to be the CEO.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs I waited for the elevator, several colleagues from the meetin approached.
"Ms. Webster, we misunderstood you. Our apologies." "And please, if you could, put in a good word for us with Mr. Larson."
"And about Margaret, don't worry. We know what to do. She won't last long Le in the design world after this."
I was puzzled, wondering what Mark had told them to change their m attitudes so quickly. Regardless, I merely smiled politely. "Sure." As I headed to my car, Margaret suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "Jane! Wait!"
"What more do you have to say?" | faced her coldly, the pain of losing my child hardening- my tone. She advanced, and her expression twisted in anger. "You did this on purpose, didn't you? Jane, you ou setup to take the fall!"
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