Chapter 15 Plagiarism

• Just as Josie heaved a sigh of relief, she wondered, Where is he heading?
• Then, she quickly shook her head. It's none of my business. Legally, he's my husband, but that's just a title.
• …
• Josie didn't want to bump into Dexter the following day since their working hours were the same. Hence, she woke up early and went to the office.
• However, she met Patrick Davidson, her manager.
• She smiled and greeted him. "Good morning, Mr. Davidson."
• He nodded and looked at her. "I'm having dinner with our business partners tonight. You're going to join us as well – remember to dress up. We can't afford to let them down."
• "Me?" she asked in surprise.
• "Who else is here?" Patrick snapped impatiently. "It's just a meal. You can submit your resignation letter right now if you don't want to go."
• Josie hesitated. She didn't want to join such social events. But if I reject him… She shot a look at Patrick.
• Forget it. It's just dinner.
• "Alright. I'll be there on time."
• Patrick's stern expression eased. "Okay. I'll send the address to you later. Don't be late."
• With that, he went into his office.
• Josie sighed and turned on her laptop. However, she saw a green screen – a virus had attacked her laptop.
• She was on the verge of breaking down. My designs for the food packaging are in there! If the system is down, my designs are gone!
• "How am I so unlucky? I didn't get to back up my files!" she muttered. Seeing it was unresponsive, she called the technical team to fix it.
• At that moment, Patrick's voice rang from his office.
• "Josie, show me your designs now!"
• "Yes…"
• Josie was flustered to hear that. It seems like God doesn't want me to have a good time.
• With an uneasy feeling in her stomach, she walked into the office.
• "Mr. Davidson, my laptop just broke down. The designs also–"
• Before she could finish her sentence, a figure walked past her and placed some designs on the table.
• "Mr. Davidson, these are my designs. I printed them out to show you. If you think it's acceptable, you can use them."
• It was Samantha.
• The designs she just handed in were precisely the same as Josie's.
• It was blatant that she plagiarized them from Josie.
• Just as Josie wanted to speak up, Samantha turned and looked at her haughtily with her chin in the air.
• "Josie, if you haven't finished your work, just tell us the truth. You don't have to fabricate such a lousy excuse. Aren't you just finding excuses for your laziness?"
• Josie clenched her fists tightly. "I would like to ask – why are your designs exactly the same as mine?" she demanded firmly.
• "Exactly the same? Interesting. Are you accusing me of plagiarizing your work? Where's your proof? Without any evidence, you are ruining my reputation!"
• Anger rose within Josie, but she knew it was not the right time to unleash her fury.
• First of all, she had no evidence Samantha plagiarized her work. Apart from that, she lost all her designs. It was even harder to prove she was the original designer.
• This must be Samantha's doing. Back when I first joined, she kept giving me a hard time. But I didn't expect her to use such an unethical tactic!
• Josie pursed her lips with determination blazing in her eyes. "You may be gloating now, but you will pay the price for your actions. I will definitely find evidence!"