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    Logic had always been hispass, but when it came to Yvonne, thatpass spun wildly off course. He knew better than to let his feelings get the best of him. What he should be doing was heading back to the office, burying himself in work.


    With a curt motion, he ended the call. “Back to the office,” he said, his tone cold as ice.


    The driver didn’t miss a beat, pulling away from the lot and steering toward thepany headquarters.


    Norton shifted his gaze from the retreating trails in the sky, letting them dissolve into the horizon.


    A blink of light on his phone screen caught his attention. His chest tightened with hope as he swiped open the message. But it was just Leif. The brief flutter in his chest quickly gave way to a muted letdown.


    “Mrs. Burke’s gone to Smouburg for a meeting with Frank Lee. Coincidentally, we’re scheduled to be there next week too!”


    Staring at the message, Norton felt the stirrings of something tangled and raw. Smouburg—already on his calendar, now unavoidable for another reason.


    After a stretch of silence, he finally typed out a new directive: “Move the schedule up. I’m flying out today.”


    He then ordered the driver, without looking away from his phone, “Back to the airport.”


    The moment Yvonne boarded the ne, she leaned back and tried to steal a few hours of sleep. Thest-minute nature of the trip had thrown her into a frenzy the night before. She hadn’t rested properly, her thoughts cycling through Norton’s shes of jealousy and simmering resentment. Now, cradled by the hum of the ne, she could finally unwind.


    By the time her eyes opened again, they were descending into Smouburg.


    Margie, seated beside her, looked anything but calm.


    The second Yvonne stirred, Margie’s expression lit up with relief. “Yvonne, what do I do? I’ve never met someone this high-profile before!”


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    Yvonne offered her a steady smile. “At the end of the day, they’re still just people. No matter how important someone seems, there’s no reason to panic. And hey, you’ve got me.”


    That spark of confidence passed from Yvonne to Margie, who drew in a shaky breath and tried to rally herself.


    Their ne touched down.


    Without wasting a moment, Yvonne and Margie exited the terminal, moving quickly in step and speaking very little.


    Margie’s nerves radiated off her in waves, while Yvonne moved with quiet resolve, her stomach twisting from more than just stress. She’d had a hurried breakfast, missed the in-flight meal, and now the gnawing hunger was catching up to her.


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