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? That is

gasps in

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

proves nothing! I’ve been editing the designs. When this was created is no evidence. Not only did she plagiarize my work,

don’t matter. But Ms. Robson,

looked through it

design and muttered, “I don’t

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

enough, one wouldn’t have noticed that – there was

to leave a watermark on her work to avoid

was as clear as day who was the

her chair

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

carelessness, but this time around,

I was just wondering how she could

colleagues talked among themselves, shooting disdainful and commiserating looks at