There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

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“I stayed after class on Monday. I was too upset to be strategic. I just blurted
it out like an idiot: ‘You copied my sketch!’ ”
“What did he say?” Mara murmurs through hands pressed to her mouth.
She’s squirming with agitation, like she’s the one who stole the idea.
“He scoffed in my face. ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ he said, ‘First of all, there’s
hardly any similarity at all between your preliminary sketch of a concept and
my actual piece. And second, I’ve been talking about the concept of gender
perception in my classes for months. If anything, your sketch was more likely
inspired by the lectures I gave as I was sculpting the piece.’ ”
“Motherfucker!” Mara shrieks, jumping out of her chair and pacing around
the kitchen island.
There is no better audience for a story than Mara. Her empathy is so acute
that she feels it all as if it’s happening to her.
It takes several moments for her to calm down enough to take a seat again.
“Alright,” she says. “What did you say back to him?”
“I just stared at him. Truly impressed with the absolute magnitude of his
bullshit. He was lying so intensely that he actually believed it. He had been
telling himself fairy tales late at night while working on the sculpture.
Pretending that it represented this and that, while shaving away the bits of his
memory that recalled the exact dimensions and proportions of my sketch.”
“Did you pull it out of your folder? Shove it in his face?”
I shake my head.
“You will never convince someone who has already convinced themselves.
And you damn sure can’t reason with them. I left his office, wondering what
I had hoped to get out of that encounter at all. Did I actually think he would
publicly admit that he stole it? That he’d credit me for the work? Did I forget
how humans operate? There was never going to be resolution, or any kind of
justice. I suppose I wanted to see acknowledgement in his eyes—shame,
apology. But he robbed me of even that. He was so deep in delusion that he