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.

When did she fix her laptop? That is impossible!

audible gasps in

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

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

“It’s true. The dates don’t matter. But Ms. Robson, since you

turned to her design and looked through it quickly, not knowing

appraised the design and

hands in front of her chest and walked to Samantha. Then, she pointed at the top right

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

a watermark on her work to

see that. It was as clear as day who was

chair in despair,

the watermark. This time around, you took my work before I

was worried about her carelessness, but this time around, it helped

how she could become a manager. What a

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