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 the

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

editing the designs. When this was created is no evidence.

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

to her design and looked through it quickly, not

design and muttered, “I don’t see

front of her chest and walked to

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

to leave a

that. It was as clear as day who

her chair

time around, you took my work before I could do

her carelessness, but

how she could become a manager. What

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