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.

Samantha stopped short

did she fix her laptop?

audible gasps

this a week ago, and Ms. Robson’s is…

the designs. When this was created is no evidence. Not only did she plagiarize my work, but she is

“It’s true. The dates don’t matter. But Ms. Robson, since you kept making changes to the design, didn’t you notice

to her design and looked through it quickly, not

design and muttered,

hands in front of her chest and walked to

that – there was a tiny watermark with

a watermark

as clear

chair in

my

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