Ramona scrambled to her feet, panic written all over her face.
"It wasn't me! I have records of my entire creative process. Everyone's seen them!"
My advisor pulled up the evidence I'd recorded on the big screen.
I'd started working on my graduation project over two months prior, but the day before the submission deadline, every single timestamp on the files had been altered to that same day.
The video playing on the screen showed clear traces of someone hacking into my computer and tampering with the files. The person who'd done it was good, but I was no slouch either. It just took me a while to recover all the deleted data.
She swayed on her feet like she was about to pass out, but she still clung to her lie and snapped, "That still doesn't prove this project is yours! All it means
