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

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

no evidence. Not only

The dates don’t matter. But Ms. Robson, since you kept making changes to the design,

design and looked through it quickly, not knowing what

design and muttered,

chest and walked to Samantha. Then, she pointed

noticed that – there was a

a

It was as clear as day

chair in despair, losing her

around, you took my

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

wondering how she could become a

among themselves, shooting

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