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

were audible gasps in the

this a week ago, and Ms. Robson’s is…

editing the designs. When this was created is no evidence. Not only

matter. But Ms. Robson, since you kept making changes to the design, didn’t you notice

looked through

also quickly appraised the design and muttered,

crossed her hands in front of her chest and walked to Samantha. Then, she pointed at the top right

noticed that – there was

Josie’s habit to leave a watermark on her work to

see that. It was as clear as day who was the

her chair

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

about her carelessness, but this time

she

colleagues talked among themselves, shooting disdainful and commiserating