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

were audible gasps in

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

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

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

through it quickly, not knowing what

also quickly appraised the design and

of her chest and walked to Samantha. Then, she pointed

have noticed that – there was a tiny watermark with the

habit to leave a

as clear as day who was the

fell into her chair in despair, losing her

I would usually 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 her

she could become a

talked among themselves, shooting disdainful