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

gasps in

created this a week ago, and Ms. Robson’s

this was created is no evidence. Not only did she plagiarize my

nodded and typed on her keyboard. “It’s true. The dates don’t matter. But Ms. Robson, since you kept making

turned to her design and looked through it

design and muttered, “I don’t see

and walked

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

to leave a watermark on her work

see that. It was as clear as day who was

into her chair

my work before I could do that. I forgot about it until

worried about her carelessness, but this time around, it

how she could become a manager. What

talked among themselves, shooting

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