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    She stabbed a slice of kiwi with a fork, clicked without thinking, and expected nothing.


    But the moment the screen loaded, she froze.


    It was an offer.


    Not just an interview—a real job. They wanted her to start tomorrow.


    She bolted upright like she’d been zapped. Her eyes darted back to the sender — Stylist Magazine.


    She always knew they had an eye for talent!


    Grinning from ear to ear, she grabbed her phone and typed fast. “Inded a job!” she messaged Edmond.


    Then she opened Leif’s chat and typed, “I got a job. Thanks again for your help with my resume—let me treat you to dinner tonight!”


    At Norton’s dinner gathering, Leif, normally calm and collected, nced at his phone, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he sneaked a few nces at Norton.


    Norton arched an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued.


    Leif passed his phone over without a word, and Norton’s eyes flicked to the screen. It was a message from Yvonne—she had invited Leif to dinner! Norton’s grip tightened on his wine ss, and without a second thought, he drained it in one go.


    The others around the table exchanged uneasy nces, their nervousughter filling the air as they hastily refilled their sses.


    Norton reached for his own phone, cing it on the table with a deliberate motion.


    He unlocked the screen and scrolled through, but there was nothing from Yvonne—no word about her sess, no acknowledgment.


    She had always prided herself on being independent, but now… she was out there working without a word to him.


    His phone remained silent on the table, the screen dark, as the tension in the room thickened with every passing moment.


    Drink after drink slid down Norton’s throat, but none of it eased the restless knot in his chest.


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    At the racetrack, Ethan and his friends climbed out of their vehicles, excitement still buzzing in the air.


    “Ethan, you seem in an unusually good mood today. You got some good news?” Ethan shed a grin, brushing off his friend’s yfulment with a casual wave.


    In his mind, his thoughts weren’t on the race. They were on Yvonne.


    That day at the track, her radiant smile, her infectious energy had left an undeniable mark on him. Ever since he had caught sight of her, he returned to the track again and again, hoping for another glimpse, another chance to see her. But he never did.


    He almost lost hope—until fate threw him an unexpected twist.


    The memory of what had happened earlier today sent his grin stretching wider, a spark of excitement lighting up his features.


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