?<strong>Chapter 329:</strong>


    Now that Katrina’s identity was out in the open, there was no need for thew firm to mediate theirmunications. A face-to-face discussion would allow Carrie to refine the ideas with input from the team, offering fresh perspectives.


    It was a rare opportunity, one that would allow her to weave her creative vision into something that resonated with the market.


    This was Carrie’s first time visiting the nning department herself, and the moment she entered, the staff’s eyes lit up. They had always assumed Katrina was a man—an older, distant figure—and they were stunned when they learned the truth. Even now, seeing her in the flesh had a palpable effect on them.


    It wasn’t just that they hadn’t seen beautiful women before—Silver Elephant Media was home to many stars. But Carrie’s beauty was different.


    In the absence of makeup, her features were strikingly wless, as though sculpted by a master’s hand. Her casual outfit—a simple pair of denim overalls and a white T-shirt—only added to the image of youthful innocence, the high ponytailpleting the look of a high school sweetheart.


    The staff, eager to impress, wasted no time. “Ms. Spencer, do you have a moment? We’d love to discuss some details from your previous works.”


    Carrie, with the same easygoing air, nodded. “Sure, I’m free this afternoon.” She seated herself casually on a nearby stool, no pretense, no airs about her.


    The staff scrambled to pull up chairs, eager to engage.


    But as Carrie set down her things, she suddenly stood up.


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    Without a word, she walked over to the water dispenser, filled a cup, and returned to her seat.


    The group fell silent, embarrassed by their haste in forgetting the simple courtesy of offering her a drink. They exchanged quick, awkward nces before hurriedly burying their heads in their notes, trying to hide their difort.


    Carrie, however, didn’t seem to mind. She took a sip of water and smiled. “Let’s talk about the new story first. Afterward, we can dive into my previous works, okay?”


    The meeting went smoothly, and by the end, the team’s admiration for her deepened. They had only seen the surface of Katrina’s writing before, but now they understood the depth of her creativity. Her stories wereyered, filled with subtle references and intricate details that made them richer than they had first realized.


    What impressed them most was not just her talent, but her demeanor. Carrie was warm, approachable—nothing like the cool, distant persona they’d imagined. Even when a junior intern asked a question, she answered thoughtfully, with no trace of condescension. She was genuinely kind, making those around her feel valued, no matter their status.


    By the end of the meeting, the group had shifted from admiring Katrina’s pseudonym to appreciating Carrie in her entirety.


    But as the room hummed with energy and the staff prepared to leave, no one noticed the cold gaze fixed on Carrie from the lounge area. Through the ss door, a pair of eyes watched her every move.


    What had started as a discussion about the new story had shifted into a full-blown Q&A session. By the time the clock passed four, there was no sign of it winding down; in fact, everyone seemed even more involved. If this dragged on into dinner, they’d likely end up eating together, and then who knew—maybe even staying forte-night snacks. At this point, it felt like the day would stretch on forever.


    Taking advantage of the quiet moment, Carrie spoke up. “Let’s call it a day for now. I’m leaving. I’ll be at thepany more often from here on, so we’ll have plenty of chances to chat. But for now, I have something to take care of at home.”


    Herst sentence effectively shut down any dinner invitations.


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