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 is

audible gasps in the

a week ago, and Ms. Robson’s

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 on

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

her design and looked through it quickly, not knowing

the design and muttered,

chest and walked to Samantha. Then, she

wouldn’t have noticed that – there was

habit to leave a watermark on her work to

stunned to see that. It was as clear as day

fell into her chair in despair,

around, you took my work before I

but this time around, it

was just wondering how she could become a manager.

colleagues talked among themselves, shooting disdainful and commiserating