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

audible gasps

have a look. Josie created this a week ago, and Ms.

was created is no evidence. Not

“It’s true. The dates don’t matter. But Ms.

looked through it quickly, not knowing what to

the design and muttered, “I don’t

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

look close enough, one wouldn’t have noticed that – there was a tiny watermark with the

leave a watermark on her

was as clear

into her chair in despair, losing

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

her carelessness, but this time around, it

I was just wondering how she

colleagues talked among themselves, shooting

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