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    A few dayster, Norton found Yvonne waiting for him outside the door, her smile bright and hopeful. “Can you give me a ride? We’re headed to the same ce?”


    “What business do you have at thepany?”


    Yvonne ignored his question and hopped into his car before he could protest. She spotted Leif as soon as they arrived, and she didn’t waste any time osting him. “Hi, Leif! Did you send out my resume?”


    “Yes. I sent it to all the magazine publishers you were interested in.”


    “Then why haven’t I heard anything from them?”


    “Well…”


    Before Leif could think of an appropriate response, Norton had already joined them. “I already told you—it’s hard to find a job without any experience. The real world is not as easy to navigate as you think.” Norton’s tone was cool and dismissive.


    “That’s not true!” Yvonne red at him. She had actually thought that Norton had changed for the better these past few days, but then he went and belittled her again.


    She might have never had a formal job before, but her photography skills were top-notch. She had studied the craft for years, and her teachers were the best in the field. Not only that, but she had won a number of awards in prestigiouspetitions.


    “Something must have gone wrong somewhere,” Yvonne muttered to herself. She refused to believe that her talents weren’t up to professional standards.


    “Leif, be honest with me—what do you think of my portfolio?”


    Norton and Yvonne turned to Leif in unison.


    He winced at their attention. “Please don’t make this difficult for me…”


    Yvonne scoffed under her breath, brushing past Leif and Norton as though they weren’t even there.


    In the end, she believed the only person she could ever rely on was herself.


    She wasn’t leaving until she figured out exactly where it had all gone wrong.


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    Inside a studio, Shelly lounged in a grand chair, radiating smug entitlement. “Has everyone been notified?” she asked, barely ncing up as she toyedzily with her gleaming nails.


    “Yes. We followed your instructions to the letter…” A sharp-featured man beside her gave a quick nod, his voice careful as he noticed Shelly hadn’t softened in the slightest. “Shall we begin filming now?”


    “Fine, get started.” Shelly gave a dramatic toss of her hair before strutting toward center stage, her hips swaying with every step.


    The man wiped the sweat off his brow, finally letting out a breath as some of the tension eased from his shoulders.


    But Shelly stopped short, spinning around with a frosty smirk. “If this flops, you better pray—because it’s not me you’ll be answering to!”


    She kept her words cryptic on purpose. She was throwing her weight around with borrowed power and didn’t have the nerve to say the name outright. Keeping things vague made them nervous—and that was exactly what she wanted.


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