“Miss Rivers, are you using BYC’s exclusive patented technology?”
Samuel looked intently at Niamh as he asked.
Niamh nodded.
“Yes.”
The moment Niamh admitted it, Marina nearly jumped for joy.
“See, Samuel? Didn’t I say so?” she crowed. “Niamh’s already infringed on the patent, so this contest should be declared in my favor—”
She turned to Niamh, her tone turning sharp. “You used my mentor’s patented design. You owe him a licensing fee—”
Niamh watched Marina’s aggressive posturing, her expression complicated, especially at Marina’s repeated “my mentor” as if she owned the man.
The guests couldn’t contain themselves. Conversations broke out in hushed tones, everyone eager to weigh in.
Jonathan, however, remained silent. He rested his right hand on his knee, idly rubbing his forefinger and thumb together.
It seemed as though Marina had Niamh cornered.
Jonathan glanced sideways at Elmer.
Elmer smiled back, as mild-mannered and composed as ever.
“As the apprentice of Master BYC, I’m authorized to collect the patent fee on his behalf,” Marina declared, holding out her hand to Niamh with righteous confidence.
Niamh regarded her coolly. “You keep insisting you’re Master BYC’s apprentice. Can anyone actually prove it?”
Marina paused, then whipped out her phone.
“Of course.”
After a brief wait, someone arrived.
When Susy appeared with a man Niamh didn’t recognize, Niamh frowned in confusion.
“And you are…?” she asked.
Susy replied with a smug tilt of her chin. “He’s Master BYC’s personal attorney. He can confirm Marina is BYC’s apprentice, and—”
Before Susy could finish, the man pulled a letter from his briefcase.
“Miss Rivers, you are suspected of infringing on my client’s exclusive patent rights. I’ll need you to come with me to our firm at once,” he said, stiff and officious.
Every eye in the room landed on Niamh—some expectant, some judgmental, some sympathetic.
Jonathan continued to watch her in silence, thinking:
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