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

were audible gasps in

look. Josie created this a week ago, and Ms. Robson’s

quickly retaliated, “This proves nothing! I’ve been editing the designs. When this was created is no evidence. Not only did she plagiarize my work, but she

dates don’t matter. But Ms. Robson, since you kept making

through it quickly,

quickly appraised the design and muttered, “I

hands in front of her chest and walked to Samantha. Then, she pointed

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

habit to leave a watermark on

see that. It was as

chair in

around, you took my work before

her carelessness, but this time around,

was just wondering how she could become a manager. What

themselves, shooting disdainful and commiserating looks at

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