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?

gasps

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

was created is no evidence. Not

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

looked through

also quickly appraised the design and muttered,

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 was a

habit to leave a watermark on her work to avoid

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

into her chair in despair, losing her

This time around, you took my work before I could do that.

but this time around, it helped her

I was just wondering how she could become

talked among themselves, shooting disdainful and commiserating