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.

did she fix her laptop? That is

gasps in

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

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

Ms.

turned to her design and looked through it quickly,

and muttered, “I don’t

hands in front of her chest and walked to Samantha. Then,

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

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

It was as clear

chair in despair, losing

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

about her carelessness, but