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 in the

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

been editing the designs. When this was created is no evidence. Not only did

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

design and looked through

design and muttered, “I don’t

and walked to Samantha. Then, she pointed at the top right

that – there was a

was Josie’s habit to leave a watermark on her

that. It was as clear as day who was the

fell into her chair in despair,

would usually remove the watermark. This time around, you took my work before

carelessness, but this

was just wondering how she could become a manager. What a

shooting disdainful and commiserating looks