Chapter 145
Grateful, I nced at him before stepping into the room with a poised demeanor. “Good morning,
everyone. I’m Jane Webster. I’m here today to exin 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 yed the conversation
between me and Linda the day before.
The 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 some knowledge 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 nces 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 butugh. “Look who’s calling the thief! Mrs. Ferguson
herself, the esteemed wife of the Ferguson Group’s CEO, stooping to giarize her designer and
then ying the victim? Talk about a scandal reaching the Antic.”
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“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 shot
me a malicious look and stormed out.
10:04
Right and wrong were
now clear as day.
I had no more to say. Mark looked at me and said gently. “Jane, could you wait outside for a
moment?”
“Sure.” I left the room, and Mark came out about two minutester.
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 helped me more than enough, and I didn’t want to impose further. It was a hell of a job to
be the CEO.
As 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’tst long in the design world after
this.”
I was puzzled, wondering what Mark had told them to change their 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?” I 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 set me up to take the fall!”