A chill crept down Samantha’s spine. She took a deep breath and forced a smile. “Oh, I forgot about that. You have an eye for details, indeed. Take a seat, Josie.”

Josie remained immobile. “Don’t you want to hear how I knew about that?” Josie asked innocently.

Fear slowly snaked around Samantha’s heart. She seemed to be losing to Josie’s calm and steadiness. The corners of her lips twitched, but she remembered that Josie had no evidence.

“How so?”

“Because I’m the designer.”

“Nonsense. You can’t just make a claim like that without any eviden–”

Before she could finish her sentence, Josie turned her laptop around, showing everyone the design.

stopped short and

did she fix her

were audible gasps in the

created this a week ago, and Ms. Robson’s is… obviously later than

this was created is no evidence. Not only did she plagiarize my

“It’s true. The dates don’t matter. But Ms. Robson, since

looked through

the design and muttered, “I

in front of her chest and walked to Samantha. Then, she pointed at the

close enough, one wouldn’t have noticed that –

to leave a watermark on her

that. It was as clear as

into her chair in

around, you took my work before

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