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    But Norton didn’t look rattled. After a moment, he closed the file he’d been reviewing. “Head over there. Wait outside the building. I trust she can handle this herself.”


    He thought of Yvonne’s sharp eyes, the way she never backed down from a challenge. A small smile yed at the corners of his mouth. “If she really can’t handle it, then you step in.”


    Leif nodded and left immediately, making his way to the Stylist Magazine building.


    Back at Stylist, the department meeting was wrapping up. Morse looked pleased as thest of the reports came in. He gave his closing remarks with a few approving nods, clearly satisfied with the team’s performance.


    As the meeting wound down, the tension in the room began to ease. Finally, it was almost over.


    Just then, Malvina suddenly stood up. “Mr. Griffin, I have something to report,” she said loudly.


    The room fell silent. Everyone turned to look at her, surprised by the sudden interruption. Morse paused mid-sentence. “Go ahead,” he said.


    “I want to report Yvonne Jimenez for embezzlingpany funds.”


    Gasps rippled through the room. All eyes flew to Yvonne. Malvina threw her a triumphant look, clearly expecting panic or at least some sign of guilt. But Yvonne didn’t even flinch. She met Malvina’s gaze calmly and offered a polite, unfazed smile.


    Malvina clicked her tongue and turned away with a scoff. She was convinced that this time she’d finally destroy Yvonne’s career.


    Morse’s face turned serious. The room buzzed with murmurs.


    “Yvonne,” Morse said, cutting through the noise, “do you have a response?”


    Yvonne didn’t answer right away. Instead, she turned to Malvina. “You’re using me of embezzlement,” she said evenly. “Do you have any proof?”


    Malvina sneered. “You can’t hide the truth forever. You transferredpany funds into your personal ount. The Finance Department can confirm it with a single check.”


    She stood there, confident and smug.


    Yvonne gave a slight nod. “Is that so?”


    Without any rush, she reached beneath her notes and pulled out two folders, handing one to Morse and the other to the head of Finance. “Please, take a look,” she said calmly.


    Malvina smirked, mistaking Yvonne’sposure for desperation. But that smugness didn’tst long.


    As Morse flipped through the pages, his expression darkened.


    “Malvina,” he said, his voice low and cold, “thispany has trusted you for years. And this is how you repay us? By framing a colleague—just like Heidi Fuller did?”


    Malvina’s confidence shattered. Her face paled.


    “No, wait. You’re wrong! Yvonne’s just tricking everyone! I’m telling the truth!”


    Yvonne let out a quietugh. “Didn’t you just say I can’t hide the truth forever? It’s time to rethink those words.”


    She picked up a remote, turned to therge screen behind them, and pressed y. Security footage filled the room: Malvina and Heidi sneaking into the office, digging into Yvonne’sputer, and smirking like they owned the ce.


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