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    “Experience? Do you have any idea how much profit Yvonne has brought to our magazine since she came on board? And now you want to talk to me about seniority and experience?” Morse’s voice grew serious.


    Ethan, who had been quietly observing, stepped in with authority. “At our magazine, talentes first. I picked Yvonne because of her skills! If anyone has a problem with that, you can speak to me directly.” With that, the room went quiet. No one dared to speak up again.


    After the meeting, Ethan took a moment to approach Yvonne and offer her some encouragement. “Great job, Yvonne! Keep going strong! Don’t let the others get under your skin,” he said.


    Yvonne gave him a grateful look.


    The entire team was on cloud nine—the strong sales meantrger bonuses for everyone. However, Rory and Malvina didn’t seem too excited about the news.


    Yvonne walked over to their desks and asked, “The bonuses are doubling this month, so why the long faces?”


    Rory seemed anxious. “We’ve done great with thest few issues, but what if we can’t maintain this? Wouldn’t that be the end of the line for us?”


    Malvina gave a small nod, agreeing with Rory’s concerns.


    Yvonne chuckled. “Why worry about the future? Things might turn out even better than we expect.”


    The rest of the team joked, calling them worrywarts.


    Yvonne grinned and headed back to her desk, ready to dive into her tasks.


    With sales doing well and management in a good mood, no one had to stayte—everyone left at the usual time.


    Yvonne, once anxious about Rory causing trouble, now feltpletely rxed.


    She walked out of the office along with the others.


    The elevator was crowded, and to Yvonne’s surprise, Morse was there too.


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    Morse nced at her with admiration. “Yvonne, you’re really something!”


    Yvonne blushed slightly and replied, “I owe it all to your advice.” The two of themughed and talked as they stepped out of the elevator.


    Out of nowhere, someone darted in front of them.


    Yvonne looked up, stunned to see Heidi. But Heidi was unrecognizable—pale and worn out, far from the polished woman she used to be.


    Heidi shot Yvonne a hateful look before shoving past her to beg Morse, “Mr. Griffin, please, you have to help me! I can’t afford to lose this job!”


    Morse sighed and shook his head. “I can’t do anything about it. You broke the rules. Your firing isn’t my call.”


    Heidi crumpled to the floor, gripping Morse’s leg with desperation. “I swear I won’t mess up again! Please, I can’t live without this job!”


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