That Day When I Got Married to My Boss at the Blind Date

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

Josie created this a week ago, and

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

But Ms. Robson, since you kept making changes to the

and looked through it quickly, not knowing what

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

and walked to Samantha. Then, she pointed at

wouldn’t have noticed that – there

to leave a watermark on her work to avoid

that. It was as clear as day who was the original

her chair in despair,

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

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

she

shooting disdainful and