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 laptop?

gasps in the

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

proves 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

keyboard. “It’s true. The dates don’t matter. But Ms. Robson, since you kept making changes to

her design and looked through it quickly,

and muttered, “I don’t

walked to Samantha. Then, she pointed at

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

was Josie’s habit to leave a

to see that. It was as clear as day who was

into her chair

This time around, you took my work before

but this time around, it helped