Novel & Cerita Talent Copycat

“She’s copying. Right down to the services list. And… she’s doing it dirty.” I didn’t answer right away. Rachel Voss. I knew the name vaguely... consultant turned corporate shark, former headhunter, known for building companies that rose fast and burned hot. The kind who didn’t just compete... she cannibalized. “She’s not here to build a legacy,” I muttered. “She’s here to tear down someone else’s.” Mine. Later that day, I sat in my office with the door closed, staring at her company’s site. It looked familiar. Too familiar. It was as if she walked into my head, took notes, and built a knockoff with a slightly sharper logo.

Another said, "I feel as if I've heard this song somewhere else before." A commenter replied, "You're right. I felt the same way too! Don't tell me this composer named Yvette is another copycat just like those influencers." Someone else replied, "Do you even need to ask? She definitely is a copycat—how else would a newbie compose such a great song?" Someone said, "It's clear that she plagiarized Ms. Cameron's work." Another commented, "Is she trying to ride the coattails of that famous foreign composer?"

She hadn’t worked this hard just to get pushed around or let good talent die. As a matter of fact, Scarlet had what almost seemed to be a mystical ability for finding talent. Just by seeing samples of someone’s work, or listening to them talk about their dreams, Scarlet was able to seek out those with amazing abilities and help them rise into greatness. Her estate was filled with said sponsorees, and Ethan later learned that even the surrounding neighborhood houses were slowly being bought up by those under the Phoenix company. For now though, Ethan was amazed just by the lifestyle of the people at the main house.

"She said that was exactly what someone who had pre-weakened the ceiling would say." Kael started walking again. "I cannot win," he said. "You keep winning," Mira said. "That is the problem." They reached the garden bench. Kael sat. Mira sat beside him this time, not across, a small change but noticeable. "The Hidden Talent Theory," Mira said, opening to a new page. Kael looked at her. "Is that something you named?" "Yes," she said. "But it describes a real pattern. Every time an event occurs that cannot be explained by your visible stats, observers default to assuming you possess hidden talent you are deliberately concealing."

Pat added, laughing. RTA was known as a talent agency that produced celebrities with gorgeous faces and bodies. Many people said the agency’s artists, entertainers, and models had no other talent except for showing off their looks. Even the company admitted that physical appearance was the main asset of their talents. But they had also discovered some rare gems—celebrities who had potential and had developed their hidden talents, now becoming some of the most respected multimedia personalities in the country. "My shoes have insanely high heels," she complained with a frown as she slipped on the pair Pat had bought for her.

“I don’t always do what my mother wants. POV: Damon The copycat sat trembling under the sterile glare of CrossTech’s private security wing. Damon didn’t usually involve himself at this level, but this wasn’t a usual case. The boy, barely in his twenties, had been good enough to fool half the industry. But not Damon. Not for long. “You wanted to be a ghost,” Damon said evenly, pacing the length of the glass-walled room. “But ghosts don’t leave trails. And you… left me a map.” The copycat flinched but didn’t speak. Damon leaned in, lowering his voice. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to make a public statement. You’ll admit you borrowed ShadowByte’s techniques. You’ll own every bre

Miss Taylor's thoughts were deeply hidden. "It's not like that. I genuinely appreciate you," Tricia coughed twice and continued, "Spicy, I know you might feel that The Talent Society's system is unfair, but is it worth giving up like this? All the good resources are in The Talent Society. With your abilities, joining The Talent Society will offer you better opportunities for development. Otherwise, no matter how capable you are, you won't be able to make a bigger name for yourself outside, and that's an unchangeable reality."

Children their age did not understand what it meant to be a copycat, but they could tell from their parents’ expressions that it was a bad thing. Chloe had been copying a healthy living influencer from the moment she first came in contact with the Internet. She copied everything that influencer did, down to a T. After she was blocked from that influencer’s feed, she even called me up at night to check her videos with my phone. When that influencer became pregnant, she copied that too! She lied that she was pregnant and later had an abortion. That time, she definitely gained a lot more views. However, most of them came from haters. If she only ever copied someone else, she would never make it

I jump back out of fright and the copy of me does the same. “What the hell?” I stand there puzzled. I looked at the copy version of myself before looking at Belzeebub. The demon prince of gluttony laughs proudly. “Fascinating, isn’t it? She can copy your movements. The only thing that she can’t replicate are your abilities.” Belzeebub slings an arm over the copy version of me. He looks at me with an expectant gaze and grins. “You know where I am getting at, don’t you?”

"The Spucia is in my eyes but allows me to harness other abilities like transformation before the full moon." Valentino put his hand on his chin. "So her ability is in her head but it can spread to other parts of her body," he said when he understood what the older man was saying. "Exactly. So when she feels that she has enough information concerning her enemy, she will record their looks into her brain and turn into a copy of the person she battling against," Arthur said. "That's a copying ability. Comes in very useful with those who actually know how to use it."