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    Unable to resist, Margie called out loudly, “Heidi! The new issue’s printed!”


    “Oh?” Heidi said, keeping her tone neutral.


    Avery stood up, handed over the decoy copy, and said, “Here’s your sample. Have a look.”


    Heidi flipped through the pages until her eyesnded on the centerpiece. Her lips parted in a self-satisfied smile as she admired the oversized portrait.


    She tossed a nce toward Yvonne, practically beaming. “This one’s going to make you famous!”


    With a flourish, she scribbled her approval on the release form and passed it back to Avery. “Make sure every copy looks exactly like this.”


    Avery gave a quick nod and turned back to her desk.


    As Heidi swayed back to her seat, humming to herself, her smugness practically filled the room.


    Yvonne observed the disy, unable to suppress the amused curve of her lips. “You think you’ve won? You’re in for a surprise,” she murmured under her breath.


    The day the magazine hit the stands, Heidi was practically glowing. She couldn’t wait for the influencer to show up. She’d love to see how long Yvonne could keep parading around like she owned the ce!


    From the moment Yvonne had stepped into the office, Heidi had kept a close eye on her. Every little scheme, every subtle expression—Yvonne saw right through them, like ss catching sunlight.


    “Hello, is this Stylist Magazine?”


    A melodic, sweet voice floated through the air, silencing the office in an instant.


    “It’s ‘Kitty Loves Fish’!” The room stirred, startled gasps and low murmurs rising in waves. Though Stylist Magazine often rubbed shoulders with celebrities, they had never hosted an influencer of her caliber—especially not one whose online following eclipsed that of most B-listers. She wasn’t just famous; she was inte royalty. So what on earth was she doing here? The office buzzed with spection, but amid the chaos, only two people shared a silent, knowing smile—Heidi and Yvonne.


    Heidi rose slowly, each movement calcted, a barely suppressed grin tugging at her lips. Yvonne’s day of reckoning had finally arrived!


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    “This is Stylist Magazine. Please, have a seat in the lounge,” Heidi said with exaggerated politeness, ushering the influencer into the waiting area and pouring her a cup of steaming coffee. “I know exactly why you’re here today, but there’s no need to rush,” she continued, handing her the cup with a gleam in her eye. “I’ll inform our editor-in-chief immediately. I’m sure she’ll give you a very satisfying answer.”


    “Thank you. Yes, I came to speak with him,” the influencer replied smoothly with a poised smile.


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