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    Hours ago, at Stylist Magazine, the workday was winding down.


    Ethan stepped out of the investors’ office and walked through the bustling office, overhearing snippets of conversation as colleagues packed up for the evening.


    “That woman’s got incredible talent. I wonder who she pissed off.”


    “Well, she definitely crossed Mr. Burke. Who would take a chance on her now?”


    “Exactly! Rumor has it, Burke Group’s cklisting her across the industry!”


    “Burke Group’s cklisting her?”


    Ethan’s steps faltered, his curiosity piqued. What kind of woman could stir up such a storm with a powerfulpany like that?


    “Mr. Marsh, you’re still here…” Margie Robles, one of the staff members, spotted him and quickly lowered her voice, flustered.


    Ethan offered a warm, disarming smile. “What’s all this talk about? Don’t mind me—keep going.”


    The group flushed and began talking over each other, the awkwardness palpable. “She’s insanely talented, with a killer resume. It’s just such a shame.” “Yeah, she’s won so many awards…”


    They stole cautious nces at Ethan, as if waiting for his judgment.


    “Alright, I see. Send me her resume—I’ll have a look.”


    Ethan couldn’t stand seeing talent go unrecognized. He figured those employees were hoping he would put in a good word for the poor woman.


    Margie quickly handed over a printed resume.


    “Looks like you came prepared!” Ethan remarked with a smile, taking it from her.


    In their industry, resumes were usually submitted online first. Only candidates who made it to the second round were asked to bring a printed copy for an in-person interview.


    The moment Ethan epted the resume, his breath caught.


    The woman in the profile photo was none other than the one who had been upying his thoughts ever since that day!


    His pulse quickened, and a wave of excitement rushed through him, but he tried to mask it, afraid of revealing too much.


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    “Yvonne Jimenez,” he murmured under his breath.


    His eyes quickly scanned the rest of her credentials—outstanding achievements, awards across multiple fields, and mentorship from highly respected figures. Her only gap was work experience, but that was no obstacle for their magazine.


    Noticing how intently Ethan was studying the resume, Margie quickly handed him a few color-printed photos. “These are her photography works—thought you might like to see them,” she said, with a hint of eagerness.


    Ethan took them, his gaze immediately fixated on the first shot.


    A simple sunrise—herposition, the way the light bled into the shadow, was nothing short of breathtaking. The other images were equally striking, each frame more captivating than thest.


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