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

look. Josie created this a week ago,

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

But Ms. Robson, since you kept making changes

her design and looked through

design and muttered, “I don’t see anything

her chest and walked to Samantha. Then, she pointed at the

wouldn’t have noticed that – there was a tiny watermark with the

Josie’s habit to leave a watermark on her

to see that. It was as clear as

fell into her chair in despair,

you took my work before I could do that. I forgot about it

worried about her carelessness, but this time

wondering how she could become a manager. What a

talked among themselves, shooting

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