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    After a thorough look, he didn’t hesitate. “Let’s hire her! Send the offer right now.”


    “Should I invite her for an interview?” Margie asked, already opening herptop.


    “No, have her start tomorrow,” Ethan replied, a satisfied grin tugging at his lips.


    Once Margie sent the notice, he didn’t waste a second. He headed straight for the racetrack.


    His excitement was overwhelming—he needed to blow off some steam. After tearing through a few moreps with his friends, Ethan finally started to calm down.


    “Back with us, Ethan? Hey, snap out of it!” One of his friends pped him on the shoulder. “You’ve been zoning out all day, but something’s definitely got you grinning.”


    Ethan only smiled mysteriously. “You wouldn’t understand!”


    Norton had been drinking nonstop all night. Even when the dinner finally wound down, he still had not heard a single word from Yvonne. One by one, the guests filtered away from the table until only Norton sat there, stiff-backed and stubborn. Leif stood nearby, lookingpletely at a loss.


    Norton was past tipsy, and Leif stepped in, trying to steady him.


    “Get your hands off me!” Norton snapped, shaking Leif off with a fierce re.


    “Let me take you home,” said Leif, his voice patient.


    “I don’t want you taking me home!” Norton barked, the anger shing in his eyes. “I want Yvonne toe get me.”


    All his assistant had done was help Yvonne review a résumé, and she had insisted on thanking that man with a dinner. Meanwhile, he, Norton Burke, had bent over backward for her—and had she ever once really shown she cared? Leif blinked at the hostility but figured it was better to do as Norton said. He pulled out his phone and called Yvonne.


    She picked up almost immediately, her voice light and bursting with excitement. “Hey, Leif! Thanks again! I’m starting at Stylist Magazine tomorrow!” Leif hit speaker, but before he could even open his mouth, Norton snatched the phone from his grip.


    Norton growled, staring at the screen like he could make her appear by sheer will.


    “What do you want?” Yvonne’s voice came sharp with irritation.


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    “I’m drunk. Come pick me up,” he said, slurring the words slightly.


    “Not happening. I’m going to bed,” she shot back, and hung up without missing a beat. Norton, that childish man—he had the nerve to try and sabotage her job behind her back, and now he thought she woulde to get him home? Keep dreaming.


    Yvonne lounged on the couch, a bowl of fruit in herp, flipping through TV channels while absentmindedly popping grapes into her mouth.


    Back at the restaurant, Norton red at the phone, his face darkening like a thundercloud.


    “She actually hung up on me!” he growled, tossing the phone onto the table with a loud tter.


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