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

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

created is no evidence. Not only did she plagiarize

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

and looked through it quickly, not knowing

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

of her chest and walked to

that – there was

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

see that. It was as clear as day who

into her chair in

usually remove the watermark. This time around, you took my work before I could do that. I forgot

but this time around, it helped her

just wondering how she could become a manager. What a

among themselves, shooting