âHey, donât be so harsh on her. Isnât she skilled at charming men? She did manage to attract a wealthy man, after all. Once her husband opens his wallet, she can be whoever she wants, right?â
âLook at Heather. This fool is still defending her for a free meal?â
âThereâs never a shortage of deceivers and fools in this world. Cherise is a deceiver, and Heather is a fool!â
Cheriseâs colleagues would not stop throwing malicious comments at her. Each word felt like knives mercilessly piercing her heart, She took a deep breath, left the crowd, and walked purposefully towards Mr. Whitlockâs office.
Mr. Whitlock knows I didnât plagiarize the article. All he has to do is compare the time I submitted my manuscript to him with when the accuserâs paper was published. Then, the truth would be revealed, wouldnât it?
Filled with hope, Cherise arrived at the entrance of Mr. Whitlockâs office.
The door was slightly ajar. Cherise raised her hand to knock but paused when she heard Mr. Whitlockâs voice from inside the office. âIf you provide evidence that your client wrote this paper before Cherise, we will apologize to her. This is our oversight. We should be more rigorous and not allow people like Cherise, who rely on plagiarism, to wander around in academia.â
Cherise pursed her lips and pushed open the door, unable to tolerate it any longer. âMr. Whitlock, what did you say? Can you repeat that?â
Mr. Whitlock did not expect someone to barge in suddenly. He turned to the door impatiently. âWho gave you permission to come in? Get outâ¦â
However, Mr. Whitlockâs voice abruptly disappeared. He stared in disbelief at Cherise standing at the door, asking awkwardly, âChe⦠Cherise, why are you here?â
Didnât Damien say she wouldnât be coming to work today? How could this be?
âIf I hadnât come to work, how would I have heard my most trusted superior admitting that I plagiarized someoneâs work?â
After saying this, she calmly walked to the table and glanced at the soâcalled âevidence.â
It was proof of the creation time, showing that the research paper had been on the computer of a woman named Yolanda Weiss for three weeks. The other document was issued by Mr. Whitlock, proving that Cheriseâs article had only been written a week and a half ago.
Locking at these two soâcalled proofs, Cherise smirked coldly.
Mr. Whitlock issued a certificate stating that my article was given to him a week and a half ago. But I gave it to him three weeks ago! What did he say at that time?
He told me to extensively research it and take it back to revise and polish it. Then, I went back and made the necessary revisions, polishing my work.
Ultimately, Mr. Whitlock recorded the last time I gave him the paper as the completion time. This wasnât a mistake; it was intentional!
With that in mind, Cherise snorted and looked at Mr. Whitlock. âIs this the kind of proof you can come up with?â
Mr. Whitlock turned his face away, seemingly guilty. âCherise, I know itâs difficult for you to admit to plagiarism. But Iâm only stating the facts. The time submitted the paper is stated here as proof. I would never fabricate the truth for personal gain.â
âFurthermore, we have always maintained a positive relationship and there is no ill will between us. I have no motive to single you out. Therefore, I will honestly disclose the time you submitted the paper.
There is no reason for me to fabricate it!â
Having expressed this, he directed his attention to the gentleman next to him. âMr. Zeller, kindly inform Ms. Weiss that this was an error on our instituteâs part. I will personally discuss the matter with the director and ensure that he signs a longâterm contract with Ms. Weiss.â