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    She stabbed her spoon into her coffee, stirring with unnecessary vigor.


    Shelly arched a brow, her tone deceptively light. “An ad contract?” Malvina gave a quick, dismissive exnation, brushing it off like it didn’t matter.


    A sly smile bloomed on Shelly’s lips. “If she’s too busy to read the fine print, and the client’s already paid… well, who’s tracking where the money really ends up?”


    She took a deliberate sip of her coffee, eyes gleaming behind the porcin rim.


    Heidi caught the thread instantly. A smirk curved her mouth. “You mean… the receiving ount?”


    “Wait—what?” Malvina blinked, still a few steps behind.


    Heidi let out a low sigh. “If she’s not reviewing the contracts carefully, we can alter the ount number. Make it look like she’s rerouting client payments. Embezzlement, in and simple.”


    “But what about the transaction trail?” Malvina asked.


    “I’ll handle it,” Heidi said, already shifting into damage-control mode. “Just get the contracts she’s touched and switch the receiving ount to hers. That’s all.”


    As the n took shape, Shelly observed the two women fall in step, her smirk lingering. At least they weren’t entirely useless.


    After being discharged from the hospital, Yvonne dove straight back into work.


    Norton and Edmond had taken turns trying to convince her to rest for a few more days, but she wouldn’t hear of it.


    “Yvonne! You’re finally back!” Margie cried, practically skipping toward her. “You have no idea how lonely I’ve been without you!”


    Yvonne smiled warmly, settling at her desk. She opened herptop and slipped right back into work mode as if she’d never left.


    Despite staying upte the past few nights to clear pending tasks, her inbox was still overflowing with documents, contracts, and schedules demanding her attention.


    As the office fell back into its usual rhythm, she caught Malvina ncing at her every so often—furtive, lingering, ice-cold nces.


    “Do you need something, Malvina?” she asked, ncing up without pausing her typing.


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    Malvina quickly shook her head, forcing an awkward smile. “No. Nothing at all.”


    Yvonne gave a polite nod and went back to her screen. There was too much to do to dwell on odd behavior.


    By the time dusk painted the windows with a golden haze, most of the team had packed up and gone. Yvonne remained, determined to finish what she’d started.


    As she finally gathered her things to leave, Yvonne noticed Malvina still at her desk, dawdling over her purse with no real urgency.


    Yvonne offered her a polite smile as she passed, then stepped into the hallway, ready to head home.


    Malvina’s eyes followed her until she vanished into the elevator. The moment the doors slid shut, she sprang into motion.


    She crossed the office quickly and made a beeline for Yvonne’s desk.


    Onest nce around—no one in sight. She rifled through the folders with practiced haste, her fingers dancing over documents until—there it was.


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