Henry Hartwell let out a long sigh, but a cryptic smile played on his lips. "When we get on stage in a bit, let's spice things up."
"Spice things up how?"
"This business with Lily Yariel plagiarizing your work... I've seen the online comparison charts. It's plagiarism, no doubt about it. You should think right now about what you want to say to warn this plagiarist."
'Warn a plagiarist?'
Claire Sinclair was sharp and understood him in an instant.
"Teacher Hartwell, I know what you mean, but is it really appropriate to say something like that at such an important event?" If she did, it would be a huge slap in the face to this so-called "Original Work Grand Prize."
'This is going to blow up, isn't it?'
Henry Hartwell smiled. "Don't panic. The CloudScript Group wouldn't dare go head-to-head with us at Astoria Daily. Besides, you've got Young Master Quincy backing you up. Don't chicken out. Just do it."
'Who wants his support!'
