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.

her laptop?

audible gasps

week ago, and Ms. Robson’s

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

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

turned to her design and looked through it quickly, not

design and muttered, “I don’t see anything

chest and walked to

one wouldn’t have noticed that – there was a tiny watermark with the

to leave a watermark on

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

fell into her chair

around, you took my

her carelessness, but