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

I’ve been editing the designs. When this was created is no evidence. Not only did she plagiarize my

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

design and looked through it

quickly appraised the design and muttered,

and walked to

noticed that – there was a tiny

Josie’s habit to leave a watermark on her

that. It was as

chair in despair,

watermark. This time around, you took my work before I could do that.

about her carelessness, but this time around, it

how she could become

themselves, shooting disdainful

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