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.

fix her

gasps

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

When this was created is no

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

her design and looked through it quickly, not

the design and

and walked to Samantha. Then,

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

a watermark on her work to

stunned to see that. It was as clear as

her chair in despair, losing

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

her carelessness, but this time around,

I was just wondering how she could become a

among themselves, shooting