I followed Dion into the office.
He closed the door and then looked at me with a serious look on his face, "Charlotte Archer, why are you so confused? Although Mr. Cowell is helping you get to the final, you couldn't have copied someone else's work!"
"I didn't copy her work. She copied mine instead."
I said calmly.
"Did she plagiarize you? How could it be possible? You entered the second round with a ranking of being the last one among the 50. This time, the work was well-completed with an innovative idea. At first glance, it was obvious that Mabel had spent a lot of effort on it. You could have plagiarized others' works instead. But why did you plagiarize hers?"
Dion's words indicated that he didn't believe what I said at all.
He only believed that it was I who had copied Mabel's work.
But I didn't blame him.
After all, although my design skill was
somewhat good in the company, it wasn't at the same level as Mabel's.
Mabel had won many awards in the domestic industry. And the theme of her works was innovative.
I also paid more or less attention to her works.
"I didn't copy her work. There's an original version of it on my computer," I said.
In fact, I knew that an original version of my work wasn't convincing at all. After all, if I wanted to imitate such a kind of thing, I could make it in a short period.
However, besides this, I didn't know what else with which I could prove my innocence.
Dion looked at me with disappointment in his eyes. He didn't intend to hear me out at all.
He sat in the chair as he said, "If you didn't copy her work this time, Mr. Cowell probably could get you to the final. But you didn't work hard and didn't even design the work by yourself. Instead, you plagiarized someone else's work directly. Then no one can help you."
"Now that you're determined, it's useless for me to say anything."
I didn't bother to say anything more to him.
Among Mabel and I, nobody would believe that she was the one who had copied my work.
Just as I was about to leave, I heard Dion say behind him, "Alas, wait!"
"What's the matter?"
"No, I'm just wondering. You are somewhat capable at ordinary times And you also have a few good works. Why did you copy her work? What are you after?"
Dion sat there, pat the table, and frowned.
His face was full of confusion.
I looked at him and asked, "Yeah, what do I want? Is there something wrong with my mind? Otherwise, why should I have copied her work?"
"Well..."
Dion looked at me and couldn't help nodding.
After thinking about it for a moment, he looked at me with a suspicious expression and asked, "So, you didn't copy her work, right?"
I replied, "I didn't. She copied mine instead. But I don't know why she did so."
Dion frowned, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and frowned. Then he nodded and thought, "Yeah, what does she want? Your work is good. Even so, as long as she exerts 50% of her strength, she surely can enter the final."
Dion asked, "Do you have any enemies?"
"Enemies?"
"I do have."
"In fact, there are a lot of them."
I was thinking about how to talk to Dion...
Then, the door of his office was pushed open.
Two women came in one after another.
I didn't know neither of them.
"Mrs. Emerson." Dion saw them and immediately stood up with a smile on his face.
I guessed that Mrs. Emerson mentioned by Dion was the woman in front of him.
Mrs. Emerson didn't even look at me. She went straight to the front of Dion's desk and patted it as she said, "Call Charlotte Archer in your company here."
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