As I stared at my reflection, the dark circles under my eyes served as a testament to my sleepless nights and relentless effort. My desk was cluttered with pages filled with dense handwriting, and I finally let out a sigh of relief. Tomorrow, I would ask my dad to arrange for someone to type everything up into an electronic version, and I planned to send it to him using his company’s computer. This time, without access to my own devices, I was confident Felicity wouldn’t be able to replicate my work.
I called my dad via video chat to update him on the progress of my paper. I had been so absorbed in the lab that I hadn’t had time to communicate with him recently. As soon as I hung up the Facebook call, my eyes instinctively flicked back to Felicity's Facebook. I felt my heart sink when I saw her post: “I have corrected several key data and I am finally going to finish it.”
In the comments, she noted that her corrected data was exactly the same as mine. To my utter disbelief, she even included a screenshot showing the total word count of her paper—once again, it matched mine perfectly.
