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    Yvonne shook her head lightly. “Not entirely. I really need your help with something.”


    After a brief pause, she asked, “Is it possible to retrieve backend operation logs from the system? Totally fine if not—I don’t want to put you on the spot.”


    Colette didn’t even blink. “It’s no big deal. Section editors actually have ess clearance. Give me a sec.”


    She swiveled back to herputer, fingers dancing over the keyboard. A momentter, she waved Yvonne over. “Here. Take a look.”


    Yvonne leaned in, scanning the data. Her brows knitted as she read, line after line.


    Then—subtle, but unmistakable—a smile began to bloom. She already had a n forming.


    For now, though, she’d stay quiet. No need to raise any rms.


    “Thanks for your help,” she said, standing upright again.


    Colette grinned, lifting the coffee tin. “I should be the one thanking you.”


    They exchanged a few more pleasantries before walking out of the office together.


    Outside, as they parted ways, Yvonne exhaled a soft sigh. But her eyes gleamed with new determination.


    If someone was trying to sabotage her, they’d soon learn she was never a pushover.


    In the days that followed, Yvonne kept up appearances, working as if nothing had changed.


    Her schedule, however, told another story.


    She began stayingte, night after night, often being thest to leave. Some of it was precaution—making sure no one tampered with her files—but the truth was, the workload had intensified.


    One particr evening, as Yvonne worked long past hours, Norton waited downstairs in his car.


    He had arrived early, but even as the building emptied out, there was still no sign of her.


    His gaze drifted upward, settling on the floor that housed her office. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully.


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    After a pause, he turned to his driver. “Wait here. I’ll go check on her.” He stepped out and headed into the building.


    The elevator ascended quickly—most employees had already gone home.


    When the doors opened, the office was almost silent.


    Yvonne was the only one still at her desk, head down, focused. He crossed the floor in long strides and tapped lightly on her desk to draw her attention.


    She looked up, startled, then broke into a smile. “What are you doing here?”


    Norton met her gaze, concern flickering behind his eyes. “Why are your work hours stretching longer and longer?”


    “I just need to finish this file,” she said, already skimming thest few lines of the document. “Give me a sec.” Then she shut herptop with a snap and stood, ready to leave.


    As she stood, Norton watched her with a mix of fondness and frustration. She gave so much of herself to her work—too much. And seeing her like this, running on fumes, he had mixed feelings.


    He reached for her hand and led her gently to the elevator.


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