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.

did she fix her laptop? That is

audible gasps in

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

“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 is also throwing unfounded accusations

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

her design and looked through it quickly, not knowing what

design and

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

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

habit to leave a watermark on her work to avoid

see that. It was as clear as day who was

fell into her chair in

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

about her carelessness, but this time around, it helped her

was just wondering how she could become

talked among themselves, shooting disdainful and commiserating looks