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    Yvonne grabbed her notebook and pen and made her way to the conference room.


    Morse stood at the front of the table, his expression tense. “I brought everyone here because we just got an email from The Wilderness.”


    Everyone gasped. They all recognized The Wilderness—it was a branch of the oldest magazine in the industry, Times Weekly.


    Word on the street suggested that The Wilderness had beenunched by the owner of Times Weekly to train his youngest son. It hadn’t yet gained much recognition, but its noteworthy origins made it a respected name in the industry.


    Morse studied everyone’s faces before he pressed on. “‘The Wilderness is preparing for a big interview and photo shoot. Thanks to the poprity of our new series, even online, they want our help in brainstorming a strategy.”


    “How are we supposed to handle that?” someone questioned.


    “Wouldn’t it be simpler if we just managed the shoot ourselves?” another added.


    “Exactly! Even if wee up with a n, can they truly execute it?” someone else pointed out.


    “And doesn’t The Wildernessck top-notch photographers?” another voice chimed in.


    The room erupted in chatter, and Yvonne’s expression grew tense. Morse tapped the table lightly. “Alright, that’s enough chatter. There’s no reason to fret too much—we’ve already taken the job.”


    He rubbed his forehead, contemting the generous pay and resources that The Wilderness had put on the table. He couldn’t help but sigh; it truly paid off to have influential friends.


    “This urgent meeting is just to keep everyone informed. The Wilderness has promised to credit the nners after the shoot, so you’ll all be recognized for your contributions. Go back and brainstorm some ideas! We’ll get into the nitty-gritty during our team meeting on Monday.”


    Everyone started to leave the room.


    Malvina quietly grumbled, “Our section is a mess. How can we possibly take on projects from otherpanies? Isn’t it just asking for trouble to hire us?”


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    When she spotted Yvonne walking past, she quickly stered on a cheerful smile and approached her. “Yvonne, I think Mr. Griffin has way too much time to spare, grabbing random gigs!”


    Yvonne grinned. “I’m certain he has his reasons.”


    Malvina scrutinized her for a moment before rushing back to her desk. What a brown-noser!


    Yvonne sighed as she settled back into her workspace. Morse hadn’t revealed any specifics about the The Wilderness project. Even though she was curious, there was little she could do. The idea of having her name attached to the proposal tempted her, though. In their field, a strong reputation could lead to greater opportunities.


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