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 in the

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

nothing! I’ve been editing the designs. When this was created is no evidence. Not only did she plagiarize my work, but she

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

to her design and looked through it quickly, not knowing

quickly appraised the design and

of her chest and walked to Samantha.

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

Josie’s habit to leave a watermark on

to see that. It was as clear as day who was the

her chair in

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

carelessness, but this time around, it

wondering how she could become a manager. What a

talked among themselves, shooting disdainful and commiserating