“How could a grown man cry like a baby,” Caleb said looking at the fake designer who was wiping his sleeves. “When I came here I was not expecting this.”
“Me neither” Rosalyn replied.
“Hurry up. We don’t have all that”
“I am trying to find it. Give me time.”
“You stole his design and sold it for a huge sum of money but you don’t have his contact details.”
“Here it is” the fake designer jumped up from his seat.
“don’t be so happy boy. You are still a thief. Don’t make me change my mind about reporting you to the police.” The designer sank back in his seat with his head hung in his shame.
“Let’s go Rosalyn we should head to the car before it’s dark.”
“You go ahead I will follow you.” Caleb threw one look at both of them and head out of the room.
“Paul or whatever your real name is. I understand that you were desperate for money but still what you did was not right. You claimed someone else’s hard work as your own. “
“I am sorry,” The fake designer said genuinely.