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    Margie’s excitement only grew. “You’re going to be famous after this. Everyone at The Wild will be talking about you. Honestly, you deserve it.”


    She looked at Yvonne as though she were already watching her future unfold—glorious and unstoppable.


    Yvonne gave her a helpless smile. “You’re getting carried away…”


    “Maybe, but to me, you’re unstoppable,” Margie teased.


    A sudden thought lit up her face. “Hey, I heard about this fantastic restaurant just around the corner. Local favorite. Let’s go tonight!” She looped her arm through Yvonne’s with enthusiasm.


    Yvonne hesitated, then shook her head gently. “I’d love to, but I might have a few things to sort out tonight.”


    “Oh,e on! What could be more important than celebrating? Wait—don’t tell me. You’re nning a romantic evening with your husband, aren’t you?” She winked, but let it go.


    After they parted ways, Yvonne pulled out her phone and messaged Norton, inquiring about his whereabouts.


    The response came quickly, followed by an address. She hailed a cab without hesitation.


    When she arrived, the building buzzed with quiet urgency. Leif was standing just outside a conference room, clearly surprised to see her. “What a surprise. Mr. Burke is still in the meeting. Shall I let him know you’re here?” said Leif.


    Yvonne raised a hand, stopping him. “There’s no need. I can wait.”


    Leif escorted her to the lounge, poured a ss of juice with practiced ease, then returned to his tasks without another word.


    Yvonne settled onto the plush armchair, flipping through her interview notes with mechanical focus. After a while, her attention drifted, and she tapped mindlessly…


    She tapped at her phone, scrolling without purpose. The windowpane reflected her faint expression as she gazed outside, a restless itch curling in her chest.


    The sky dimmed by degrees, shadows stretching long across the floor, and still, Norton remained in his meeting.


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    She exhaled, then let her head fall onto the table with a soft thud. Her eyes followed thezy descent of dusk, but somewhere between the amber hue of the skyline and the silence in the room, sleep stole over her.


    Down the hall, Norton emerged from the boardroom and stepped out.


    Leif stood waiting by the door, hands folded in front of him.


    “Sir, Mrs. Burke has been here for some time.”


    Norton halted. “Why did no one tell me?” When Yvonne had asked where he was earlier, he had barely given it a second thought—just sent the address and moved on.


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