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

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

quickly retaliated, “This proves nothing! I’ve been editing the designs. When this was created is no evidence. Not only did she plagiarize my work, but she is also throwing

her keyboard. “It’s true. The dates don’t matter. But Ms. Robson, since you kept

looked through it quickly,

design and muttered, “I don’t

walked to

didn’t look close enough, one wouldn’t have noticed that – there was a tiny

a

was as clear as

chair in despair, losing

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

about her carelessness, but this time around, it

I was just wondering how she could become a manager.

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