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 laptop? That is

gasps

look. Josie created this a week ago, and

I’ve been editing the designs. When this was created is no evidence. Not only did she plagiarize my work, but she

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

and looked through it quickly, not knowing

also quickly appraised the design and muttered,

of her chest and walked to Samantha. Then,

one didn’t look close enough, one wouldn’t have noticed that

habit to leave a watermark on

stunned to see that. It was as clear as

fell into her chair in despair, losing her

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

but this

wondering how she

shooting