Chapter 12
Fiona POV
“You will formally take over responsibility for the meeting materials and records as well as keeping tabs on the proposal Mr. Parson gave.”
After making my way back to my desk, I have to sit down because my head is still spinning from what King Nolan said. I haven’t even been here for a week, and he’s already assigning high tasks to me. The angry sneer Mr. Parson and several other employees shoot my way when they pass my desk has a me lowering my gaze.
I don’t need enemies here, yet here we are.
Taking my time, I lay out the papers and the laptop while mulling over the information from the meeting. It all sounded so familiar, and the longer I think about it, the more I feel like I’ve heard this or a very similar proposal before.
In college, before I went to prison, I’d been working on a similar experiment. The only difference is that it didn’t deal with heat, but the vibrations and the mixture compounds, as well as the technology are all extremely close to what I’d been researching.
It’s too close, honestly.
Setting the laptop aside, I begin flipping through the meeting folder and the program materials again. When I find Mr. Parson’s file, I scan through the proposal, focusing on the details of program.
“Andy,” I hiss when my eyes land on the name of the person in charge of the program. “That little…”
My anger grows as I get to the last page and read the program’s early detail page. It’s my experimental report from college, except my name is nowhere on the document. Andy stole my report.
After all these years, he’s still stealing and plagiarizing other people’s work. He hasn’t changed. He’s the same backstabbing liar that let me rot in prison for three years.
I bite back a scream of frustration as the anger bubbles up inside me. Because of him, it will be incredibly difficult for me to have a real career in pharmaceutical research and development in the future. Now, I have to get it back. I need to take back my life and get my reports back. They were my heart and soul three years ago, and Andy doesn’t deserve any kind of profit from this.
So, when lunch rolls around, I forego eating and research some detectives that might be able to help me. I find several names and write them down with their phone numbers. If I can present what happened and get one of them to help me, maybe I can get my
life back on track.
“Ms. Davis.”
I look up from the paperwork I’d been sifting through to find more of Andy’s lies and find a man standing over me. I don’t
appreciate how close he is, so I scoot back a bit.
“Can I help you?” I ask. He’s never talked to me before; in fact, I don’t even know this man’s name.
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“I’m Supervisor Chanler, and I’m looking for the signed transfer for the Armond Experiment,” he says.
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“I’m sorry. I don’t have any document from the Armond Experiment. Did you perhaps give it to so-”
Supervisor Chanler waves a hand in front of my face, his brows pulling together in anger. “I brought it to you two days ago to get it notarized and left with specific instructions to have it on my desk this morning. Why has it not been returned, and why did I have to come all the way down here to get the file myself?”
I try not to let the confusion and agitation show on my face, instead, clasping my hands in my lap and smiling politely up at the man. I never received a document from him, especially one that was important. I would remember if he did.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Chanler. I don’t have-”
“Then you better find it because I left it here and must have the paperwork signed by Mr. Nolan, notarized, and returned to the department head,” he interrupts rudely.
I would definitely remember if he had brought it down. I make sure anything requiring Nolan’s signature is a priority because that means it’s important. So, I agree to find the file for him, hoping it’ll make him leave, but even as I search through piles on
my desk, he continues to stand over me.
“I don’t have all day!”
“You should have finished this earlier!”
“If you can’t keep track of a simple document, maybe you shouldn’t be working here!” I try to ignore his yelled rants while
searching, but my hands begin to shake as his anger grows and as he gets louder.
“Is everything okay?” One of my coworkers asks, and I nod.
“Yeah. Fine.”
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