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“Kennedi, take a closer look. Could these designs possibly belong to another brand?” Rosie asked, curiosity evident in her voice.
Caught off guard by Rosie’s suggestion, Kennedi replied, “Ms. Harper, in our industry, product designs are heavily guarded secrets. Firms not only prevent leaks but also incorporate secure access controls in car systems, charging customers for their use. It’s uncommon for designs to be shared publicly.”
Rosie grasped the information. “So, are you saying you’re unsure if these designs are original?” she asked.
Kennedi nodded in agreement. “Exactly, but I won’t leave you wondering. I’ll consult my mentor, a professor at Laguna Bay University and a veteran designer. He is familiar with numerous designs and will definitely have the answer to your question.”
Appreciative, Rosie nodded. “Alright. Ask him about this for me.”
Eager to verify, Kennedi asked Rosie, “Could I snap a picture to show him? I assure you, I’ll handle the matter discreetly.”
After a moment of thought, Rosie agreed, trusting that Kennedi wouldn’t dare do anything to displease her.
Kennedi snapped a photo of the designs and immediately forwarded them to her mentor.
Within five minutes, her mentor responded. After thanking him, Kennedi turned to Rosie and said, “Ms. Harper, my mentor recognizes this as the blueprints for the TS King model.”
A shadow crossed Rosie’s face as her temper flared. She had intended to present these designs to the competition judges herself. Fortunately, she had been cautious and asked for confirmation, wondering how Brenna had managed to complete the entire set of designs so quickly.
Kennedi’s enthusiastic praise of the designs only fueled her jealousy, and deep down, she had secretly wished it hadn’t been Brenna’s work. Her memory clicked into place as she remembered the file had been clearly labeled for competition use.
A suspicion crossed her mind. Could Brenna have anticipated she would try to steal the designs and set a trap for her to fall into?
The audacity of setting such a trap was infuriating. If she had gone ahead using the designs without verifying, she could have been accused of plagiarism.
How could Brenna be so devious? With resolve, Rosie’s face hardened into a determined expression as she began to plan her next move.
She was determined to ensure that Brenna would regret using any deceitful tactics against her.
Clearing her thoughts, Rosie turned back to reality. “Kennedi, could you connect me with some top-tier car designers?” she asked.
Kennedi responded, “Certainly, I’m part of a network with some globally recognized designers. I’ll share their details with you.”
As Rosie scanned through
As she scanned through the contacts, none of the names seemed familiar. The world of automotive design felt like a mystery to her. She only knew a few well-known names of established car manufacturers.
“Thank you for your help today,” Rosie expressed her gratitude to Kennedi, shifting the conversation to some insider details about Harper Group’s automotive ventures.
Kennedi briefly mentioned an ongoing initiative. “The Harper Group is using this design contest to attract top engineers for their luxury smart car project. They’re offering highly profitable contracts to lure the best talent globally, with salaries starting at two million dollars annually, plus year-end bonuses. The competition is already intense, with numerous entrants vying for the top position.”
Rosie had a realization. Brenna had been wary of her intentions from the start. It was unlikely that the new laptop held any competition drafts.
Could Brenna’s extensive design portfolio really be stored on that bulky laptop?
Uncertain, Rosie decided she needed to verify this by checking Brenna’s laptop at home. She intended to transfer all the design drafts onto her own device for a thorough review later.
She hurried back home. When she arrived, Rachael was in the kitchen, managing the day’s meals.
Rosie paused at the kitchen entrance to glance at Rachael, then continued upstairs.
Rachael instructed the cooks, “Make sure the meals are easy to chew for Luther and Tessa. They are getting old.”
The kitchen staff nodded in understanding.
Rachael picked up a plate of freshly sliced fruits and headed to the third floor, entering Rosie’s room with it.
“Ms. Harper, welcome back. What would you like for lunch? I can have it made for you,” Rachael said, handing the plate to Rosie.
The plate was adorned with cherries and blueberries. Rosie gracefully selected a cherry, nibbled on it, and then said, “Anything will do. Has Brenna come back yet?”
Rachael paused to think, then answered, “No, she hasn’t. I’ve been here all morning and didn’t see her return. I recall she left earlier with Mr. Dalton Harper for an art exhibition. He mentioned they wouldn’t be returning for lunch, so there was no need to prepare anything for them. Is there something you need?”
Rosie’s eyes lit up briefly. They weren’t returning for lunch? That suited her plans perfectly.
It was common for the Harper family to leave in the morning and not return until the evening.
With a slight smile, Rosie said, “Nothing. Please, continue with your tasks.”
Rachael nodded and excused herself.
Rosie, now alone and holding some cherries, sauntered across the third floor, peeking into rooms and finding no one around.
Confident that she was alone, Rosie entered Brenna’s room. After ensuring both the bedroom and bathroom were empty, she settled at the desk and powered up the laptop again.
She noticed that the computer only had a handful of design-related folders on the desktop, with nothing else saved.
She connected a USB drive and swiftly copied the files. She was eager to delve into their contents and purpose.
If these files turned out not to be Brenna’s designs, suspicions of draft theft might arise against Brenna.
The USB’s transfer seemed to drag on endlessly for Rosie, her nerves on edge as she feared Brenna’s return, constantly casting anxious glances toward the door.
But she had locked the door, so even if Brenna returned, she wouldn’t be able to get in immediately.
Just then, the walk-in closet’s door creaked open, and Brenna, moving as quietly as a shadow, silently appeared behind Rosie, watching as her design drafts were copied onto the USB.