Zara scattered the files all over her room, sorting them out.
"Most of this belonged to the company. How do I return them?" She groaned. "I can't set my legs in that place." she mumbled.
She arranged the ones that belonged to the company in the box, setting it aside, before arranging her in a corner.
She sat, staring at the hard copy of her design— one she'd worked so hard to perfect yet she was accused of plagiarising.
She still remembered the day she got that idea. How she almost lost her kids in the process.
Zara's throat tightened. A burning pressure swelled behind her eyes, but she blinked hard and forced it back down. Not now.
Eventually, she pulled out her laptop, typing the name that gave her nightmares— Regal Heights.
It was a billionaire dollar housing project, nothing compared to the Skyline District.
Even the foundation didn't look like hers, but somehow their designs were the same.
