Kaitlin stood next to Declan, her eyes puffy and red from crying.
When Felicia walked in, Kaitlin flipped the switch to "innocent" mode and dashed over to her, grabbing her hand and saying earnestly.
"Felicia, I've always been a good friend to you. How could you steal my idea and go for the prize? You really should apologize to Mr. Wells and Mr. Murphy. Maybe I'll let it go."
Felicia was taken aback. Glancing at the messy papers strewn across the table, she yanked her hand back in disbelief.
After taking a calming breath to compose herself, Felicia met their gazes with determination. "Mr. Murphy, Mr. Wells, I promise I didn't copy Kaitlin's idea. I submitted this concept in a draft to Mr. Wells, and the timestamps prove it's mine."
She then turned to Declan, hoping for some support.
