For a few seconds, neither of us moved.
He was standing beside his bride, one hand still holding the microphone, his expensive black tuxedo perfectly fitted. Behind him, the enormous projector screen displayed the software project he had just claimed as his own.
My software project.
The technician leaned toward me and whispered, “Are you sure you want me to play this?”
I nodded.
“Every second of it.”
He clicked the file.
The screen went black.
Then a new slide appeared.
QUERY PULSE – ORIGINAL DEVELOPMENT RECORD
Below the title was my name, Derek Mitchell, followed by the original development date, repository history, and a series of documented milestones.
The room grew quiet.
I heard someone whisper, “What’s this?”
Connor immediately stepped forward.
“Hey! Stop that.”
The technician froze.
I looked at him calmly.
“Please keep going.”
The next slide appeared.
It showed two screenshots side by side.
On the left was Connor’s LinkedIn portfolio, where he claimed to have designed and developed the software.
