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!

audible gasps

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

quickly retaliated, “This proves nothing! I’ve been editing the designs. When this was created is no evidence. Not only did she plagiarize my work, but she is also throwing unfounded

The dates don’t matter. But Ms. Robson, since you

her design and looked through it quickly, not knowing what to

design and muttered, “I

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

have noticed that –

leave a watermark

It was as clear as day who was

fell into her chair in despair,

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

worried about her carelessness, but

wondering how she could become a

shooting disdainful and