When He Accused Me of Theft, I Saw a Blessing

Summary

The topping-out ceremony for the commercial high-rise was just around the corner, when I suddenly realized the blueprint dimensions were all wrong.

Demolishing and rebuilding would cost a cool ten billion.

I clung to the rooftop railing, contemplating which spot on the ground would offer the least pain.

But then, Manager Walter, flanked by his engineering team, kicked my door open:

"At this critical juncture of the project, you, the chief designer, have been skipping out every day to fool around with escorts!"

"And those blueprints? They're just stolen copies of mine!"