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    “She doesn’t check her DMs.”


    “Wait—how would you know that? Don’t tell me… you actually know her?” Yvonne blinked.


    “What if I told you I am Anthea Wace?” Anya said with a teasing grin, giving her a wink.


    “What?!” Yvonne stared,pletely floored. “No way. You’re messing with me, right?”


    She’d known Anya for years. Both had been in the photography club back in college, with Anya serving as club president.


    At first, they were simply acquaintances. Things changed the year Anya needed research data for her thesis and asked Yvonne to reach out to her supervisor for help. Back then, instead of going through her supervisor, Yvonne had simply handed over all the data Anya needed. Grateful beyond words, Anya had showered her with snacks and meals in return, and just like that, they’d grown close.


    But after Anya graduated, they slowly lost touch.


    “I’m serious,” Anya said with a grin, pulling a set of keys from her pocket. “Come on. I’ll show you my studio.”


    She unlocked the door and motioned for Yvonne to follow. The moment Yvonne stepped inside, she froze. The studio walls were covered in striking photographs of wildlife.


    “Wow… these are amazing!”


    “They are.” Anya smiled and pushed open a second door. “This way. Let me show you my trophy room.”


    Yvonne was still taking in the artistry around her, but at Anya’s words, she hurried over.


    Inside, rows of trophies glimmered under soft lights. Yvonne stared in disbelief. “So it’s true… you really are Anthea.”


    “Anthea’s just the name I use professionally, but yes, it’s me.” Anyaughed at the awestruck look on Yvonne’s face.


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    “You’re incredible,” Yvonne said, eyes wide with admiration.


    She rushed over, her expression earnest, and began gently kneading Anya’s shoulders. “Please help me out, Anya. This internship depends on it.”


    Anya chuckled. “Don’t be silly. If you hadn’t helped me back then, I wouldn’t have finished my thesis on time. Now that you need a favor, how could I say no?”


    She stepped outside and locked the studio door behind her. “Come on. Forget about the review for now. I’m taking you to lunch.”


    Yvonne followed quickly, protesting, “It should be my treat!”


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