That Day When I Got Married to My Boss at the Blind Date

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.

she fix her laptop? That is

audible gasps in the

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

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

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

and looked through it quickly, not knowing what

and

and walked to Samantha. Then, she pointed at the

have noticed that – there was a tiny watermark with the initials

habit to leave a watermark on her work to

stunned to see that. It was as clear as day who

into her chair in despair,

remove the watermark. This time around, you took my work before I could do that. I forgot about it

carelessness, but this

how she could become

talked among themselves, shooting disdainful and commiserating