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

audible gasps in

Josie created this a week

I’ve been editing the designs. When this was created is no evidence. Not only did she

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

to her design and looked through it quickly, not knowing what to

appraised the design and muttered,

in front of her chest and walked to Samantha. Then, she pointed at the top right

that – there was a tiny watermark with the initials

a watermark on her work to

that. It was as clear as day who was the

chair

you took my work before

but this time around,

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