Chapter 209 Audrey & Third Person Audrey âI... I donât understand...â
A failure. The judges had voted majority ânoâ on my project.
I had worked so hard on it-countless hours spent sitting up at night, perfecting every little detail. My mother, my mentor, had personally helped me up until her coma. Even she had insisted that it would be great.
And Iâd thought that the judges loved it, based on their reactions when I had revealed the final piece.
âCan... Can I ask why I failed?â I asked, ignoring Mr. Blackâs coal-like eyes on me.
Judge Daniels gave me a sympathetic look. âPersonally, I did love your work, Audrey. I found your presentation to be an 8 out of 10. The craftsmanship is exquisite, and your passion shines through. But...â
âBut your project lacks originality,â Judge Fuller cut in, gesturing to Mr. Black beside him âAs Mr. Black pointed out, you have recycled your old designs. We expect more from a student of your caliber.â
âYes,â Mr. Black added with a self-satisfied grin. âJudge Fuller and I agreed that your work is quite... repetitive.â
...I knew it. I knew he was going to do something like this.
âBut I only used small scraps of fabric from my old pieces as a symbolic gesture,â I insisted. âThe gown looks nothing like anything I have made before! Each element was carefully chosen to represent my journey, my transformation, and thatâs it.â
Mr. Blackâs smirk widened, and I felt a chill run down my spine. His eyes gleamed with malice as he spoke. âIs that so?â he asked, gesturing to the luna moth on the bodice of my dress. âBecause from what I understand, you presented a very similar gown during your Brooks Designs internship last summer. I believe it was the same gown that got you into Paris Fashion Week, correct? Hardly original, wouldnât you say, Mr. Fuller?â
Judge Fuller nodded. âIndeed. Audrey, I was intrigued by your project at first, I will admit.â He tapped on his phone for a few moments, then turned the screen toward me. âBut Mr. Black revealed photos of your dress from last summer.â
I felt the blood drain from my face as I leaned forward and studied the picture.
The picture of the dress I had made last summer. The one with the luna moth on the bodice, only this one...
This one looked almost identical to the one on the mannequin now. As if the original image had been... doctored. The room seemed to spin around me as I struggled to find the right words to respond.
âThis... This isnât...â
Suddenly, a memory flashed through my mind-Mr. Black and... Leo.
The pieces clicked into place, and a surge of anger cut through my panic. My eyes narrowed as I realized what was happening;
Mr. Black had somehow gotten photos of my gown from last year and had Photoshopped them to look similar to the one I had made for my thesis. The color was different, and the skirt had been altered from a liquid silk to a fluffy tulle.
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I wasnât sure where he had gotten the original photos of how he had figured out what my grown for my thesis would look like, but it didnât matter. What mattered was that he had made the old images look almost identical to my current project with a bit of editing magic.
âYouâre doing the same thing now, arenât you?â I accused, jabbing a finger in his direction. âYou hate me. Mr. Black, because I got you in trouble last year. And now youâre trying to sabotage me again, just like you did last summer!â
The other judges gasped.
Mr. Black clutched his chest, feigning hurt. His performance was so exaggerated it would have been comical if the situation werenât so dire. âWhy, I would never!â he gasped. âTo think that a respectable man such as myself would stoop to such levels...
Iâm wounded. Audrey, truly wounded.â
âOh, bullshit. I know you hate me, Mr. Black,â 1 growled, my fists clenched at my sides. I could feel my nails digging into my palms, but I didnât care about the pain. âBut you canât just go and manipulate the other judges. This isnât fair! Youâre nothing but a-
âI think thatâs quite enough, Miss Klein,â Judge Fuller interrupted, standing from his chair. âThese accusations are completely unfounded and, frankly, unprofessional.â
I fell silent, my heart pounding in my chest. Judge Daniels sighed, her kind eyes now filled with disappointment. âIâm sorry.
Audrey, but the decision is final. You must repeat your last semester and will not graduate with your class.
âBut those pictures-â
âThe rules are the rules,â Judge Fuller said firmly. âThe majority vote was âno. And you cannot accuse judges of foul play simply because you are upset with the outcome. Itâs unbecoming of a future professional.â
Mr. Black nodded, his face grim but his eyes sparkling with gleeful malice. âPerhaps one extra semester will give you time to develop truly original ideas,â he cooed. âThink of it as an opportunity for growth, Miss Klein.â
I felt tears stinging my eyes as the reality of the situation sank in. I wouldnât graduate with my friends. All my hard work, all those sleepless nights... for nothing.
But there was a solution to this. Eyes widening, I stepped forward, reaching for Judge Fullerâs wrist. If only I could show him my memories, show him what had really happened last summer...
âMr. Fuller, if I could just-â
âDo not touch me!â Judge Fuller gasped, jumping back before I could make contact. âHow unprofessional!â
âNo, I wasnât-â
âGo home and cool off, Miss Klein,â Judge Daniels said cautiously, rising from her own chair now. âOne extra semester wonât be the end of the world. Use this time to refine your skills and come back stronger.â
âBut...â
âGo, Miss Klein,â Judge Fuller bit out, clutching his wrist as if Iâd burned him even though I hadnât touched him. âI donât want to have to call security.â
My throat felt tight, too tight to even speak. Gathering my portfolio with trembling hands, I turned on my heel and stumbled out of the room, feeling as though the floor was tilting beneath my feet.
As I stepped into the hallway, I saw Edwin waiting for me, a bouquet of vibrant flowers in his hands. His face lit up when he saw me, but the smile quickly faded as he took in my tear-streaked face and devastated expression-and felt my horror down the bond.
The flowers slipped from his grasp, scattering across the floor.
âAudrey-â
I couldnât face him. Not now. Not like this.
Without a word, I ran past him and Tina, ignoring their calls as I fled.
Third Person Mr. Black rose from his chair, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he dusted off his immaculate suit. He made a vague excuse about a pressing engagement and slipped out of the room, finding an empty classroom down the hall.
Once he was certain he was alone, surrounded by the musty smell of old textbooks and chalk dust, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number he knew by heart. The line rang twice before a gruff male voice answered.
âItâs done,â Mr. Black said without preamble. He glanced around, making sure no one was within earshot.
âAnd?â the voice on the other end pressed, more impatient than usual.
Mr. Black allowed himself a small chuckle, savoring the moment. The look on that little girlâs face... It was priceless If only he had a picture.
âI did what you asked-swayed the other judge to fail her. The woman wouldnât listen to me, but the man was easy to manipulate.
A few well-placed comments about originality and professional standards, and he was eating out of my hand. She failed spectacularly.â
There was a pause on the other end of the line, then a sound that might have been one of approval.
âExcellent work, Mr. Black. Youâve played your part well. The girlâs spirit must be crushed by now.â
Mr. Blackâs smirk faded slightly, his free hand fidgeting with his tie. âYes, well, about that. When will I get what was promised? Iâve taken considerable risks here, you know. And the payment-â
âSoon,â the voice replied. âWe just need to knock her down one last time, and soon she will run into Coldclawâs arms-no need for abduction. Everything is falling into place.â
âYes, yes,â Mr. Black interrupted, glancing around once more to ensure he was still alone. âBut my payment... You understand the dire situation I am in with my business. I need a windfall.â
The man on the other end chuckled. âDonât worry; once our plan is complete, your company will absorb Brooks Designs, just as promised.â
Mr. Black let out a sigh of relief.
âYou will be rich, Mr. Black,â the man on the other end said. âVery, very rich.â
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One Night 209