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.

Instead, Samantha stopped short and started sweating.

fix her laptop?

audible gasps in

this a week ago,

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

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

design and looked through

the design and muttered, “I don’t see

walked to Samantha. Then, she

look close enough, one wouldn’t have noticed that – there was a tiny watermark with the

leave a watermark on her work

as clear as day who

her chair in despair, losing her

This time around, you took my work

her carelessness, but this

was just wondering how she could become a manager. What

talked among themselves, shooting

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