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    The praise from everyone in the studio was unanimous.


    Flushing slightly, Anthea said, “I’ve never worn couture before. It truly feels different from any other dress.”


    With the dress issue resolved, Anthea proceeded with the photoshoot. Margie, feeling rejuvenated,vished praise on Yvonne.


    “Yvonne, you’re a lifesaver! Once we wrap up this interview with Anthea, we’re sure to earn a bonus!”


    Yvonne responded with a grin. “I’m just hoping to make a good impression on my internship review.”


    Antheapleted the photoshoot efficiently, and Margie ushered Yvonne to begin the interview.


    That day, Anthea was particrly animated, providing detailed responses and exclusive insights. Both Yvonne and Margie were ted—they had nailed their task wlessly.


    The magazine featuring Anthea hit the shelves just dayster.


    The magazine issue that spotlighted Anthea turned into a sensational hit, featuring her elegantly poised in a ck gown on the cover, radiating a regal charm. Anthea’s celebrity status already promised robust sales, and indeed, the magazine’s cirction numbers skyrocketed.


    Ethan, observing the sales figures and the flurry of online activity, was overjoyed.


    Finally, the “Nature’s Essence” section was proving its worth! As the workday concluded, Ethan departed from his office and paused by Yvonne’s desk, giving a gentle tap on its surface.


    “Yvonne, outstanding job on this project. As of tomorrow, you’re being brought on as a full-time employee—consider it a promotion for your exceptional effort!”


    Yvonne looked up to see Ethan’s encouraging smile. Shocked at first, her expression quickly transformed into one of sheer joy. “That’s incredible news! Thank you so much, Mr. Marsh!”


    As Yvonne’s colleagues were wrapping up for the day, they caught wind of her promotion and offered their congrattions.


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    Gradually, the office emptied out, with Yvonne and Ethan departing together.


    “Mr. Marsh, thank you so much! How about dinner to celebrate?” Yvonne suggested.


    Ethan, still smiling, responded, “You earned this on your own merit. No thanks needed.”


    Before Yvonne could respond, her phone began to vibrate relentlessly. She checked the disy and lit up with excitement. “Hey, didn’t you mention wanting to try motorcycling? There’s a night ride event tonight at a local club—care to join?”


    “That sounds great, I’m in.”


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