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.

she fix her

were audible gasps in

a week ago, and Ms. Robson’s is… obviously

When this was created is no evidence. Not only did she

Ms. Robson, since you kept making changes to the

looked through it quickly, not

also quickly appraised the design and muttered, “I don’t see anything

and walked to Samantha. Then, she pointed at the top

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

leave a watermark on her work

see that. It was as

fell into her chair in despair,

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

worried about her carelessness, but this time around, it helped her

how she could become a manager. What

themselves, shooting disdainful and commiserating looks at

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