Chapter 1090:


    With a soft click, she closed the door and left the hotel.


    Today, Yvonne and Margie had agreed to meet in front of Frank’s studio.


    By the time Yvonne arrived at Frank’s studio, the streets were still quiet. A taxi dropped her at the curb, and she stepped out, notes in hand, pacing slowly near the entrance.


    Yvonne stood by the entrance, going over her preparation again, her lips moving silently as she rehearsed.


    “Yvonne!” a familiar voice called out. Yvonne turned to see Margie hurrying over, bright and enthusiastic as ever.


    Margie reached her side, eyes sparkling. “You’re still working on the draft? You never stop, do you? That’s dedication. Shall we head in?”


    Yvonne offered a calm, warm smile. “Frank Lee is different. We can’t go in unprepared for this one.”


    She handed Margie the papers in her hand. “Here—this version is a little more refined than what I sent earlier. Give it a look.”


    Margie took the pages eagerly and flipped through them. Her eyebrows lifted as she read, then her face lit up. “This is brilliant! Everything is sharper—much more focused and clear.”


    Noticing the sparkle in Margie’s eyes, Yvonne found herself smiling. The difference Norton’s guidance had made was unmistakable—it had transformed everything.


    Once Margie had absorbed the gist of the revised draft, they headed down the hall toward Frank’s studio.


    As the door swung open, Erin approached them with her usualposed energy.


    “Right this way. Frank is expecting you,” she said warmly, gesturing for them to follow.


    Yvonne and Margie exchanged a quick nce, their eyes bright with the shared thrill of not being kept waiting for once—a wee change from the dys they had grown used to.


    Inside the lounge, Frank was already seated, posture rxed yet undeniably authoritative.


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    There was something about him—an air ofmand softened by the quiet undertow of empathy.


    He checked his watch, then looked up, his voice clipped and to the point. “Time is limited. Let’s keep this short.”


    Without missing a beat, Yvonne took her seat and began the interview. At first, Frank’s responses were curt, his tone verging on disinterest. But as Yvonne eased into the rhythm of her questions, something shifted. He began to lean in, his eyes sharpening with curiosity.


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