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!

were audible gasps

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

editing the designs. When this was created is no evidence. Not only did she plagiarize my work, but she is also throwing unfounded

nodded and typed on her keyboard. “It’s true. The dates don’t matter. But Ms. Robson, since

through it quickly,

quickly appraised the design and

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

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

Josie’s habit to leave a watermark on her work to

that. It was as clear as day who was

into her chair in

This time around, you took my work before I could do that. I forgot about it until I

but this

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

talked among themselves, shooting