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    Her lips parted in a satisfied grin. She pulled the contract free, made the necessary edit—changing the payment receiving ount to the one Shelly had given her—then snapped a photo of the altered version and sent it off to Heidi.


    With everything done, she shoved the papers back, grabbed her things, and bolted from the office like guilt was hot on her heels.


    Across town, Heidi received the photo and smiled as she read Malvina’s message.


    “Let’s see how you wriggle out of this, Yvonne,” she murmured with malice.


    “Do I really have to keep eating this?” Yvonne grimaced at the bowl in front of her, eyeing the soup like it might bite.


    She’d been chugging it for days, yet Norton insisted she keep going.


    “You’re still recovering,” he said gently, nudging the bowl toward her. “From now on, you’re also getting breakfast every morning. No arguments.”


    Seeing her reluctance, he chuckled and added yfully, “Or do you need me to spoon-feed you?”


    “No, thanks.” Yvonne, already weary of the routine, shook her head quickly before letting out an exasperated sigh.


    Since the day she fainted from low blood sugar, Norton had kept his word with meticulous devotion. He not only monitored her soup intake but made sure she never skipped breakfast again.


    The following morning, Yvonne stepped into the office to find her desk swamped with paperwork. She allowed herself a faint smile as she slid into her chair.


    Thepany had been in overdrivetely, though even that whirlwind felt easier than the exhausting stretch when she had to juggle work and caring for Edmond.


    As she leafed through the stack, her gaze snagged on a familiar line—a slogan she had crafted for an advertising client weeks ago.


    Her smile faded. That partnership had wrapped up long ago, the contract signed and sealed—yet the final payment still hadn’t materialized.


    Something about it suddenly felt off. She opened herptop and navigated to the backend system. To her surprise, the transaction logs were popted in the system—records she hadn’t expected to see. As she scrolled, her instincts sharpened like a de against stone.


    Something wasn’t right.


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    She rubbed her temples and closed the page.


    After a brief pause, she drew a steadying breath and returned to her stack of files, flipping through them with practiced calm.


    Later, as the workday neared its end, she fired off a message to Colette Astley, the head of IT. “Colette, I need your help with something. Can you wait at your desk after work?”


    Though they weren’t particrly close, their asional chats in the break room had established a friendly rapport.


    Colette, ever direct and obliging, responded without hesitation, “Sure.”


    When most of the office had cleared out, Yvonne made her way to IT. The department was nearly deserted—only Colette remained at her desk, illuminated by the glow of her monitor.


    Yvonne greeted her warmly as she approached. She ced a small tin of coffee beans on the desk. “You mentioned wanting to try this coffeest time. I brought some for you. I just hadn’t had the chance to bump into you.”


    Colette returned the smile. “Thanks! You didn’t have to go to the trouble. Did youe all the way here just to give me this?”


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