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.

she fix her

audible gasps in the

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

nothing! I’ve been editing the designs. When this was created is no evidence. Not only did she plagiarize my work, but

But Ms. Robson, since you kept making

her design and looked through it quickly, not

quickly appraised the design and muttered,

of her chest and walked to

that – there was a tiny

Josie’s habit to leave a watermark on

was stunned to see that. It was as clear as day who was the original

fell into her chair in despair, losing her

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

carelessness, but this