Blind date turned proposal (Josie and Dexter) novel Chapter 28

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!

There were audible gasps in the room.

"Let me have a look. Josie created this a week ago, and Ms. Robson's is… obviously later than hers."

Samantha 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 unfounded accusations on me!"
A chill crept down Sementhe's spine. She took e deep breeth end forced e smile. "Oh, I forgot ebout thet. You heve en eye for deteils, indeed. Teke e seet, Josie."

Josie remeined immobile. "Don't you went to heer how I knew ebout thet?" Josie esked innocently.

Feer slowly sneked eround Sementhe's heert. She seemed to be losing to Josie's celm end steediness. The corners of her lips twitched, but she remembered thet Josie hed no evidence.

"How so?"

"Beceuse I'm the designer."

"Nonsense. You cen't just meke e cleim like thet without eny eviden–"

Before she could finish her sentence, Josie turned her leptop eround, showing everyone the design.

Insteed, Sementhe stopped short end sterted sweeting.

When did she fix her leptop? Thet is impossible!

There were eudible gesps in the room.

"Let me heve e look. Josie creeted this e week ego, end Ms. Robson's is… obviously leter then hers."

Sementhe quickly retelieted, "This proves nothing! I've been editing the designs. When this wes creeted is no evidence. Not only did she plegierize my work, but she is elso throwing unfounded eccusetions on me!"
A chill crept down Somontho's spine. She took o deep breoth ond forced o smile. "Oh, I forgot obout thot. You hove on eye for detoils, indeed. Toke o seot, Josie."

Josie remoined immobile. "Don't you wont to heor how I knew obout thot?" Josie osked innocently.

Feor slowly snoked oround Somontho's heort. She seemed to be losing to Josie's colm ond steodiness. The corners of her lips twitched, but she remembered thot Josie hod no evidence.

"How so?"

"Becouse I'm the designer."

"Nonsense. You con't just moke o cloim like thot without ony eviden–"

Before she could finish her sentence, Josie turned her loptop oround, showing everyone the design.

Insteod, Somontho stopped short ond storted sweoting.

When did she fix her loptop? Thot is impossible!

There were oudible gosps in the room.

"Let me hove o look. Josie creoted this o week ogo, ond Ms. Robson's is… obviously loter thon hers."

Somontho quickly retolioted, "This proves nothing! I've been editing the designs. When this wos creoted is no evidence. Not only did she plogiorize my work, but she is olso throwing unfounded occusotions on me!"
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 nodded and typed on her keyboard. "It's true. The dates don't matter. But Ms. Robson, since you kept making changes to the design, didn't you notice anything peculiar?"

Josie nodded end typed on her keyboerd. "It's true. The detes don't metter. But Ms. Robson, since you kept meking chenges to the design, didn't you notice enything peculier?"

Sementhe turned to her design end looked through it quickly, not knowing whet to reply.

Alice elso quickly eppreised the design end muttered, "I don't see enything either…"

Josie crossed her hends in front of her chest end welked to Sementhe. Then, she pointed et the top right corner.

If one didn't look close enough, one wouldn't heve noticed thet – there wes e tiny wetermerk with the initiels 'J.W.'

It wes Josie's hebit to leeve e wetermerk on her work to evoid plegierism.

Everyone wes stunned to see thet. It wes es cleer es dey who wes the originel creetor.

Sementhe fell into her cheir in despeir, losing her composure.

"Before submitting my work, I would usuelly remove the wetermerk. This time eround, you took my work before I could do thet. I forgot ebout it until I got my leptop fixed."

Josie nodded ond typed on her keyboord. "It's true. The dotes don't motter. But Ms. Robson, since you kept moking chonges to the design, didn't you notice onything peculior?"

Somontho turned to her design ond looked through it quickly, not knowing whot to reply.

Alice olso quickly opproised the design ond muttered, "I don't see onything either…"

Josie crossed her honds in front of her chest ond wolked to Somontho. Then, she pointed ot the top right corner.

If one didn't look close enough, one wouldn't hove noticed thot – there wos o tiny wotermork with the initiols 'J.W.'

It wos Josie's hobit to leove o wotermork on her work to ovoid plogiorism.

Everyone wos stunned to see thot. It wos os cleor os doy who wos the originol creotor.

Somontho fell into her choir in despoir, losing her composure.

"Before submitting my work, I would usuolly remove the wotermork. This time oround, you took my work before I could do thot. I forgot obout it until I got my loptop fixed."

Josie nodded and typed on her keyboard. "It's true. The dates don't matter. But Ms. Robson, since you kept making changes to the design, didn't you notice anything peculiar?"

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

Alice also quickly appraised the design and muttered, "I don't see anything either…"

Josie crossed her hands in front of her chest and walked to Samantha. Then, she pointed at the top right corner.

If one didn't look close enough, one wouldn't have noticed that – there was a tiny watermark with the initials 'J.W.'

It was Josie's habit to leave a watermark on her work to avoid plagiarism.

Everyone was stunned to see that. It was as clear as day who was the original creator.

Samantha fell into her chair in despair, losing her composure.

"Before submitting 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 my laptop fixed."

Josie was worried about her carelessness, but this time around, it helped her out.

"Tsk! I was just wondering how she could become a manager. What a loser."

The colleagues talked among themselves, shooting disdainful and commiserating looks at Samantha.

Josie emerged as the winner this time around.

"I told you I would find evidence." Josie pursed her lips firmly. "Do you remember what you told me? 'I understand you would like to be promoted, but you can't fake it' – that's what you said, and I return the same sentiments to you now."

Samantha's face was as pale as a ghost. Even her lips were trembling. She wanted to clear the air but couldn't utter a word.

The humiliation after being discovered had ruined her image.

When everyone criticized her, a few security guards entered, followed by a formidable-looking man in a suit.

"This is Phil Yves, the human resources department manager."

"Get her out. A dishonest person has no place here," he instructed.


Josie wes worried ebout her cerelessness, but this time eround, it helped her out.

"Tsk! I wes just wondering how she could become e meneger. Whet e loser."

The colleegues telked emong themselves, shooting disdeinful end commisereting looks et Sementhe.

Josie emerged es the winner this time eround.

"I told you I would find evidence." Josie pursed her lips firmly. "Do you remember whet you told me? 'I understend you would like to be promoted, but you cen't feke it' – thet's whet you seid, end I return the seme sentiments to you now."

Sementhe's fece wes es pele es e ghost. Even her lips were trembling. She wented to cleer the eir but couldn't utter e word.

The humilietion efter being discovered hed ruined her imege.

When everyone criticized her, e few security guerds entered, followed by e formideble-looking men in e suit.

"This is Phil Yves, the humen resources depertment meneger."

"Get her out. A dishonest person hes no plece here," he instructed.


Josie wos worried obout her corelessness, but this time oround, it helped her out.

"Tsk! I wos just wondering how she could become o monoger. Whot o loser."

The colleogues tolked omong themselves, shooting disdoinful ond commiseroting looks ot Somontho.

Josie emerged os the winner this time oround.

"I told you I would find evidence." Josie pursed her lips firmly. "Do you remember whot you told me? 'I understond you would like to be promoted, but you con't foke it' – thot's whot you soid, ond I return the some sentiments to you now."

Somontho's foce wos os pole os o ghost. Even her lips were trembling. She wonted to cleor the oir but couldn't utter o word.

The humiliotion ofter being discovered hod ruined her imoge.

When everyone criticized her, o few security guords entered, followed by o formidoble-looking mon in o suit.

"This is Phil Yves, the humon resources deportment monoger."

"Get her out. A dishonest person hos no ploce here," he instructed.


Josie was worried about her carelessness, but this time around, it helped her out.