“Enough!” Patrick yelled at Josie. “Just tell us if you haven’t finished your work. There’s no need to fabricate such excuses. Do you think you can do anything you want just because you have a little talent? The design department is already sick of your attitude – do you know that? Write a ten-thousand-word report, or start cleaning the department as punishment!”

Josie looked at him coldly. “Mr. Davidson, those are my designs. I will prove it.”

Patrick let out a cold snort and looked at the locked door.

“Prove it? So what if you prove that? If I say Samantha designed this, do you think the higher-ups would doubt it?”

Josie clenched her fists tightly.

“Mr. Davidson!”

“Josie, you have been here for a long time. Don’t blame me for being ruthless. It won’t be good for everyone.”

“From your tone, you seem to know I’m the original creator.”

Patrick smiled. “You saw for yourself; Samantha passed this to me. Why are you still here accusing her?”

Samantha interjected, “Josie, I understand you would like to be promoted, but you can’t fake it. It’s not a big deal that you slack off for a bit. Just take note of it next time.”

Patrick

worried this might

Samantha laughed.

look at yourself in the mirror, and stop flattering yourself. Also, don’t

Josie snorted and left.

her seat, her chest heaved unevenly. At that moment, she wanted to barge into Dexter’s office to tell him everything, but she was

top of that, she didn’t

solve my own problems. There’s a minor defect in my designs. If Samantha uses it, there will be some

laptop, but just as she

that. During the lunch break, she went to the surveillance

room was located at the back of the first floor. As soon as she got out of the

it such

nodded at him. His cold voice rang just when she walked past

asked after seeing the dejected look on her

something, so I’m going to look at

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