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

audible gasps

a week ago, and Ms. Robson’s is… obviously later than

no evidence. Not only

her keyboard. “It’s true. The dates don’t matter. But Ms. Robson, since you kept making changes to the design,

looked through it

and muttered, “I

her chest and walked to Samantha. Then, she pointed at the

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

habit to leave a watermark on

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

into her chair in despair, losing

would usually remove the watermark. This time around, you took my

was worried about her carelessness, but this

how she could become a

shooting disdainful and commiserating looks