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    She asked, “In the middle of war, where do you find hope?”


    A spark ignited in his gaze. He paused, then opened up. And once he began, it was as though a floodgate had opened.


    Gone were the monosybic replies. Now his words came with weight, each answer thoughtful and richly detailed.


    Watching him speak, Yvonne was d she hade so thoroughly prepared. Her background research had paid off—she guided him seamlessly through the interview, gently looping back to key points without ever breaking the flow.


    Minutes blurred into moments, and before long, their time was nearly up. But Frank showed no sign of stopping. As he spoke about the suffering of ordinary people in wartime, his voice cracked, and his eyes glistened with unshed tears.


    The room seemed to hold its breath. A soft knock interrupted the atmosphere. Erin stepped inside.


    “Mr. Lee, the next appointment is waiting,” she reminded gently.


    Yvonne nced down at her remaining questions, disappointment flickering across her face. There was still so much left unsaid. Still, Frank had given them more than she had dared hope for—rare insights, spoken from the heart.


    To her surprise, Frank waved a dismissive hand. “Tell them to wait. I am not finished with these two brilliantdies.”


    Caught off guard, Erin hesitated, then nodded and slipped back out.


    Yvonne’s heart surged. She exchanged a look with Margie—no words necessary. They dove back into the interview with renewed energy, savoring every second of this unexpected extension.


    Soon, the conversation wound toward its natural close. Frank studied Yvonne, his expression softer now, more reflective.


    “Most people whoe here are only interested in boosting their own fame. They do not care about my past—they just want soundbites.” He paused, then added with a faint smile, “But you came prepared. You cared. I admire that.”


    Yvonne offered a quiet, modest smile, her thoughts drifting to Norton. His influence had guided her every step.


    With the interview concluded, Frank moved on to other engagements, and the two women exited the studio into the fresh air and bustling streets. Life in Smouburg unfolded around them—vibrant and unbothered.


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    “Yvonne, that was amazing!” Margie beamed, grabbing her arm and giving it a celebratory shake. “You nailed it—even Frank could not resist your charm!”


    Yvonneughed, gently wriggling free. “We make a good team, that’s for sure.”


    “Oh, please, you’re being too modest,” Margie said, releasing a dramatic sigh. “I was terrified he would cancel. You saw how he looked at us when we walked in!”


    “But he didn’t,” Yvonne replied simply, taking in the local scene with fresh eyes. The weight of anticipation had lifted, leaving her free to admire the little things—cobbled roads, the chatter of vendors, the crisp scent of roasted nuts drifting from a nearby stall.


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