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    Norton raised an eyebrow, his voiceced with curiosity. “Do you love my money, or just me?”


    Yvonne paused, the lightness slipping away as she realized the question had touched a nerve. The fun of her teasing faded. With a subtle sigh, she took a few more bites of her breakfast, then stood to leave.


    “Are you saving room for dessert, or just practicing for a future in minimalism? Eat more,” Norton insisted, his toneced with mild reproach.


    “No, I need to get to work,” Yvonne replied quickly, grabbing her purse and heading toward the door.


    But Norton was quick, his hand gently pressing against her shoulder as he guided her back to the table. “Sit down. Eat. I’ll drive you once you’re done.” He stood behind her, his gaze fixed on her as she hesitated.


    With a sigh, she reluctantly took arge bite of her sandwich.


    She quickly finished her breakfast and then pulled out herpact mirror. She dabbed at her lipstick and gave Norton a look that urged him to hurry.


    Norton, sensing her impatience, didn’t push her further. Together, they left their home.


    In the car, silence hung between them. Yvonne busied herself by reviewing the materials she had prepared, her nerves beginning to show.


    Norton, sensing her unease, nced over at her, his frown softening. “It’s just a job. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?”


    “Of course I am. This job wasn’t easy to secure,” Yvonne responded, her tone carrying ayer of hidden meaning as she rolled her eyes at him when he wasn’t looking. If it weren’t for him, she thought, she would havended a job ages ago.


    Norton retorted with a knowing smirk. “Bing my wife wasn’t exactly a walk in the park either, but I don’t see you putting in the same amount of effort.”


    Yvonne chuckled softly, not lifting her eyes from her documents. “Yes, yes, you’re right. With so many women vying to marry you, I must have been incredibly lucky tond the spot,” she said nonchntly, the words falling from her lips as though they carried no weight.


    Yet beneath her lightheartedness, a deeper truth lingered. While his wife could easily be reced, this job offered a real opportunity for growth—something she could build on for herself.


    The car pulled up in front of the sleek building housing Stylist Magazine. Yvonne quickly grabbed her things, muttering a hasty goodbye to Norton as she exited the vehicle.


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    Norton watched her disappear into the crowd, his gaze lingering for a moment. He rubbed his temples, his thoughts a mixture of concern and irritation. Only when she was out of sight did he finally pull away, driving off.


    Arriving at Stylist Magazine’s office on the sixteenth floor, Yvonne exited the elevator and entered the waiting area. A colleague with a warm smile was already waiting for her.


    “Hi, you must be Yvonne Jimenez!” the woman greeted, extending her hand. “I’m Margie Robles!”


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