Fight For Her Vision

crete and sawdust, a smell that was supposed to be the perfume of my

se. It was all wrong. The lines were wrong, the angles were off, the flow was completely broken. It wa

d Gus, stood beside me, shifting his weight. He held a

n completely the wrong place. "We built it exactly to spec. The plans say the suppo

y plans. I knew them by heart. I had never

en't my p

om Mr. Davis. The official

ago. A cold dread washed over me. He was the one who had offered to handle the plan submissions with the cont

I scrolled to his name and hit dial. He picked u

e the pleasure? Calling

you do?" My voic

ut? I'm in the middle of

plans. They're wrong.

d of him walking, the echo of his shoes on a tile fl

he real world. I might have made a few practical tweaks. Made it

ou swapped my architectural

aid, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "You'll

hun

on its axis. He didn't just tweak them. He had gutt

did what the plans told them to do. The city inspectors would have approved the plans Mark submitted, not the ones I created. T

my main monitor. The design glowed on the screen, a symphony of light and spac

tiny, almost invisible watermark beneath the main seal. It was the logo of a cheap, online design firm, one known for selling generic, knock-off house plans. And next to

ced it with a lie he had bought

s incomprehensible. Why? We had broken up, but I

t text message. I didn't accuse. I appeal

t is my life's work. Please, just tell the contractor there

r the three little dots to appear.

er send message

My masterpiece was being built into a monstrosity, and the man