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

gasps in the

week ago, and Ms. Robson’s is…

designs. When this was created is no evidence. Not only did she plagiarize my work, but

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

through it quickly, not knowing what

appraised the design and

her chest and walked to Samantha. Then, she pointed

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

habit to leave a watermark on her

was as clear as

chair

my work before I

worried about her carelessness, but this

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