Retribution? Not Quite...

Trust was something that came naturally to her! Never mind the myriad tribulations she'd already faced when it came to her blind trust in people; she still carried on trusting, wholly and completely! It wasn't surprising then that as she looked at her piece of creativity in admiration, she smiled to herself and prepared to send it to the "middleman" (mm), who would then let her creativity garner a place in the big conglomerate that both were a part of! As was her nature and compulsive need, she read and re-read, many times over, the few words that she'd put together for the event. Nodding to herself, satisfied that the lyric was worth being read by many other eyes, she took a deep breath and handed it over to the mm.
To the middleman's credit, a small note of appreciation was sent to our protagonist. Convinced that her work was in good hands, she heaved a sigh of relief and set about doing her daily chores. Nevertheless, something nagged her; something was surely amiss! Sure enough, she heard the sounds of a good job being lauded coming from the middleman's room, but no one seemed to realize that she was the author of those words that were being applauded! Not one to be slighted so easily, she waited a while and then went to the middleman's room. Upon enquiring about how the poem had been received, the middleman waxed eloquent about how much appreciation had come its way and how the mm had proudly declared that the mm and another person had put it together! Our girl didn't know what hit her! Fumbling for words, she smiled faintly and came out of the room. Disappointment writ large on her face, she couldn't fathom how someone could take credit for what was definitely not their work!
As is the way with things, she soon chanced upon one of the big guys who'd loved the poem and praised it whole heartedly. Not one to stay quiet, she asked him whether he'd liked the poem. Surprised, he asked her whether she and the mm had put it together! Composedly, our girl minced no words when she replied that she'd written it herself. With ensuing words of praise ringing in her ears, she left the place.
Somehow, she wasn't satisfied, though. Retribution though it had been, what remained was the fact that her trust had proved worthless yet again!
Plagarism is an evil eating into our very lives. Raise your voice against it. More importantly, resist it.