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? That is

gasps in

look. Josie created this a week ago, and Ms.

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

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

her design and looked through

also quickly appraised the design and muttered,

her chest and walked

close enough, one wouldn’t have noticed that

Josie’s habit to leave a watermark on

was as clear as day

fell into her chair in despair, losing her

the watermark. This time around, you took my

worried about her carelessness, but this time