As soon as I stepped off the stage, Brett Evans came barreling toward me, planting himself right in my path.
His voice was thick with bitterness and wounded pride.
"Impossible!" he spat. "You had to have copied our proposal! There's no way in hell you could beat Apex on your own."
I c****d an eyebrow, letting every ounce of mockery pool in my stare.
"Manager Evans, accusations need proof. Every single figure in my proposal, every line of logic, has a paper trail. Apex's PowerPoint, on the other hand? The judges could barely follow that scrambled mess. Are you absolutely certain you want to compare?"
The retort hit him like a slap. Brett's mouth opened and closed, nothing coming out.
He stood there trembling with rage as he watched our group walk off, heads high and shoulders squared
