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.

did she fix her

gasps in the

created this a week ago, and

this was created is no evidence. Not only did she

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

to her design and looked through it quickly, not

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

hands in front of her chest and walked

that – there was a

leave a watermark on her

as clear as day who was the

chair

I would usually remove the watermark. This time around, you took my

carelessness, but this time around, it helped

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