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    The next morning, she was roused by the sharp trill of her phone.


    “Hello, is this Miss Jimenez?” came a familiar voice on the line. Still shaking off sleep, she blinked and replied, “Yes, this is she. Who’s calling?”


    “This is Erin—Frank’s assistant. Mr. Frank Lee would be d to meet with you. However, his schedule is extremely tight, so there will only be one opportunity for a face-to-face interview.”


    Yvonne shot upright, fully awake now. “That’s wonderful! Thank you so much—we’ll be fully prepared.”


    After agreeing on a meeting time, the call ended.


    Beside her, Norton stirred, having been woken by her ringtone. He watched the glow of excitement spread across her face and couldn’t help but smile.


    “It’s happening—we’re finally going to interview Frank!” Yvonne eximed, grabbing his arm with both hands and giving it a gleeful shake.


    Norton chuckled. “Then be sure you’re ready. You’ve only got one shot.”


    Yvonne leapt out of bed, bursting with renewed energy, and reached for her phone.


    “Margie—Erin just called me! We can meet Frank tomorrow!”


    “Yvonne! I knew you’d pull it off!” Margie nearly shouted through the line. “That means we don’t have to panic over the deadline—we’re saved!”


    Norton, still sprawled on the bed, watched Yvonne pace excitedly, her voice bright with life. He couldn’t help but smile too.


    Finally, the weight in her eyes had lifted. Atst, she was beginning to look like herself again.


    Norton finally allowed himself to rx. The weight of pending project inspections still loomed, but for now, he had no mental space to spare for Yvonne’s preparation.


    From the moment she had heard the good news that morning, Yvonne had been a bundle of nerves. The possibility of not being thoroughly prepared gnawed at her. Ever since, she had buried herself in research, digging deep into everything rted to Frank.


    When night fell and Norton returned to the hotel, the room lights cast a soft glow over the cluttered desk where Yvonne remained seated, still hunched over her notes.


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    “You have been at this all day and you are still not finished?” he asked as he stepped inside, eyes narrowing at the sea of documents she had spread before her.


    Yvonne heard his voice, but her eyes did not budge from the pages. “I just want everything to go smoothly tomorrow. I cannot afford mistakes. I need to be ready,” she muttered, more to herself than to him.


    He walked over, ncing at the chaos of highlighted papers, scribbled annotations, and open tabs glowing on theptop screen. “How is the preping along?”


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