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!

gasps in the

a week ago, and Ms. Robson’s is… obviously later than

“This proves nothing! I’ve been editing the designs. When this was created is no

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

through it quickly, not knowing what

also quickly appraised the design and muttered, “I don’t

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

didn’t look close enough, one wouldn’t have noticed that – there was a tiny watermark with the initials

habit to leave a watermark on her

It was as clear as day who was the original

her chair in despair, losing her

would usually remove the watermark. This time around, you took my work before I could do that. I forgot about it until I got my

worried about her carelessness, but this time around, it

I was just wondering how she could become a manager. What

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