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    As Margie turned to leave, Morse nced at Yvonne. “Come in. Heidi’s here as well.”


    Yvonne followed her inside, and a momentter, Margie rejoined them and shut the door behind her.


    Settling into his chair, Morse looked between the two women. “You spend all your time digging for faults in your colleagues instead of improving your own work. Do you honestly think that’s how you create a sessful magazine?”


    Yvonne gave a soft, almost amusedugh. “Mr. Griffin, with all due respect, we’re not looking for ws. We’re defending ourselves. Someone’s actively trying to sabotage us.”


    At that, Heidi bolted upright. “Don’t you dare use me! I don’t even want to talk about the disaster you caused!”


    “Oh? Is it that you don’t want to talk about it… or that you’re afraid to?” Yvonne met Heidi’s wild-eyed stare with a cool, calm gaze. “Besides, I never said it was you. So tell me—why are you so defensive?” Heidi was left speechless.


    Margie, unable to hold back any longer, exploded. “You’re just jealous of Yvonne’s talent! You can’t stand to see her thrive, so you tried to sabotage her work!”


    “All right, enough!” Morse’s voice cracked through the tension like a whip. His patience had clearly worn thin. “What do you think you’re doing, yelling like this in my office? Have you no concern for what the rest of the team might think?”


    “Not at all,” Yvonne said. “We’re here to report a serious breach of conduct. Heidi, editor of ‘Nature’s Essence,’ deliberately swapped out our approved photos. She not only neglected her responsibility to review the final content, but also tried to frame us in the process!” Her words rang with quiet authority, and beside her, Margie nodded so quickly it was as if her head were spring-loaded. Heidi, meanwhile, sat frozen—herplexion turning an rming shade of gray.


    “Yvonne, don’t go throwing around baseless usations,” she snapped. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Do you have proof?”


    “We do. Mr. Griffin, you’ve already received both our original proposal and the final files submitted for print. You can check your email. The timestamps are all there.”


    Morse turned to his screen at Yvonne’s suggestion.


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    “I see the documents,” he said slowly, scanning them. “But everything here looks in order, doesn’t it?”


    “There’s more,” Yvonne said, stepping forward. “This sh drive contains the materials Heidi submitted to the printer—along with a copy of the printed magazine and the signed responsibility agreement.”


    Margie swiftly handed over the sh drive, the printed sample, and the responsibility agreement Heidi had signed.


    Morse plugged in the drive, and his expression shifted almost instantly. He flipped through the printed pages and scanned the responsibility form—his eyes pausing on the sweeping strokes of Heidi’s bold signature. When he looked up again, the disappointment in his gaze was unmistakable.


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