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.”
Samantha and Patrick brushed Josie aside.
“Aren’t you worried this might reach Mr. Russell?”
Samantha laughed.
“Josie, stop daydreaming. Why would Mr. Russell even agree to see you? Have a good look at yourself in the mirror, and stop flattering yourself. Also, don’t ruin his reputation.” Her voice was thick with scorn.
Josie snorted and left.
Back in her seat, her chest heaved unevenly. At that moment, she wanted to barge into Dexter’s office to tell him everything, but she was worried that he might not even care about such a small matter.
On top of that, she didn’t want to trouble him.
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