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

were audible gasps

created this a week

quickly retaliated, “This proves nothing! I’ve been editing the designs. When this was created is no evidence.

Ms. Robson, since you kept making changes to the design,

turned to her design and looked through

appraised the design and muttered, “I don’t

and walked to Samantha. Then, she pointed

have noticed that – there was a

habit to leave a watermark on her work

was as

fell into her chair in despair, losing

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

about her carelessness, but this time

just wondering how she could become a manager. What a

colleagues talked among themselves, shooting

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