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.

fix her

audible gasps in

week ago, and

editing the designs. When this was created is no evidence.

typed on her keyboard. “It’s true. The dates don’t matter. But Ms. Robson, since you

looked through it quickly,

design and muttered, “I don’t

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

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

Josie’s habit to leave a watermark on her work to avoid

see that. It was as clear

her chair

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

but this time around, it helped her