The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

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

were audible gasps in

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

nothing! 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 accusations on

Ms. Robson, since you kept

to her design and looked through

design and muttered, “I don’t see anything

crossed her hands in front of her chest and walked to

wouldn’t have noticed that – there

leave a watermark on her work to

It was as clear as day who was the original

her chair in despair,

took my work before I could do

her carelessness, but this time around, it helped her