Chapter Twenty-Six

Jamal walked up to the counter, placing his participant form on the desk.

The lady smirked, rolling at him and back at the form.

"Is there something the problem?" He asked her cryptically.

"Not on the form but on you, yes." The lady said and he smirked in astonishment. He had never met the lady before thus he wondered where the poor manners were coming from.

"What do you mean?" He controlled his temper, questioning her seriously.

"The news is all over, how you stole your stepbrother's idea and also embarrassed yourself at your stepmother's birthday party." She sighed, closing her eyes briefly.

"Hope you aren't here to contest with someone's idea. So you know, pirated works are not allowed." She bashed curtly.

"Goodness! Where are your manners?" He shook his head in disbelief. "At least get the real news rather than believing in hearsay. I will never steal anyone's idea!" He informed her seriously.

"Duh! Good luck though." She grunted.

He didn't know if he should exchange words with he