The Plagiarist’s Tears: I’m Done Playing Nice

Our company was preparing for the annual Kids’ Charity Art Gala when my colleague, Sarah, approached me with red, puffy eyes.

"My daughter Lily has leukemia," she choked out, clutching my sleeve. "Can we please put her painting right in the center of the exhibition hall?

Just to give her one last beautiful memory. I’m begging you."

My heart softened back then. I swapped her painting into the prime spot.

I had no idea the painting was plagiarized straight from the internet. The original artist showed up at our office to sue us.