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

me have a look. Josie created this a week ago, and Ms.

created is no evidence. Not only did she

matter. But Ms. Robson, since you kept

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

and muttered,

walked to Samantha. Then, she

that

to leave a watermark

as clear as day who was the original

fell into her chair in despair, losing her

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

carelessness, but this time

was just wondering how she could become a

colleagues talked among themselves, shooting

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