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    “It is getting there,” she replied, still flipping pages with the same focused urgency. “I just need to refine a few points… tighten the structure… make it flow better.” She had barely registered his presence. Her world had narrowed to bullet points and interview strategy.


    He studied her for a moment. Her posture was tense, her energy drained but still burning on fumes. He knew this look. Nothing he said would reach her when she was like this. Without another word, he walked off to wash up.


    Minutester, he climbed into bed with a folder of documents, flipping through them as he waited. He read one page. Then another. And another. Still, she did not move.


    A quiet sigh escaped him,ced with fatigue and concern. “How much longer until you finish?” His voice carried across the room.


    “Almost done,” she replied, distractedly, eyes never leaving the screen.


    He gave her a few more minutes. But when the silence remained unbroken, he threw the nket off and got up.


    Outside, the soft tap of keys filled the room. Yvonne sat with her back to him, shoulders slumped under the dim deskmp, her presence small and fragile against the sprawling night beyond the windows.


    “You’ve done more than enough,” he said gently, stepping closer. “You need rest.”


    “You go on ahead. Do not wait up for me,” she replied without turning, her tone clipped. The edge in her voice caught him off guard.


    Norton noticed the impatience in her tone and paused, standing still for a breath longer than necessary.


    “You never recognize when someone is trying to look out for you,” he murmured under his breath, then turned and walked back into the bedroom.


    The click of the door closing behind him barely registered with Yvonne. Her mind was already diving back into the notes, eyes scanning line after line for something she might have missed.


    Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city dimmed one light at a time. The stars above faded into the ck of night. Silence,plete and absolute, settled over the world.


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    Norton stared at the closed door, jaw set. He had meant to let it go, to give her space—but this time, he would not walk away so easily. Not when she was clearly running on empty.


    He stepped out once more. What he saw stopped him in his tracks. The glow of theptop screen still lit the room, but Yvonne had slumped forward, fast asleep at the desk.


    He approached quietly, each step softer than thest.


    She looked so delicate like this, her face softened in sleep, though a faint frown still lingered between her brows. Even in rest, her mind refused to let go.


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