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.

her laptop? That

gasps in the

me have a look. Josie created this a week ago, and Ms. Robson’s is… obviously later than

been editing the designs. When this was created is no evidence. Not only did she plagiarize my work, but

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

turned to her design and looked through it

design and muttered,

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

wouldn’t have noticed that

Josie’s habit to leave a watermark on

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

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 laptop

about her carelessness, but this time around, it helped

I was just wondering how she could become

among themselves, shooting disdainful