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    On the day of her departure, she packed early and headed to thepany entrance to meet her team.


    Just before boarding, she sent Norton a quick message to let him know she was leaving.


    Back in the conference room, the department manager droned nervously through a report.


    At the head of the table, Norton sat with a faint crease between his brows, his focus drifting as the presentation dragged on.


    His eyes dropped to his phone, where Yvonne’s message glowed softly on the screen. A quiet sigh escaped him. He longed to be by her side, but duty held him firmly in ce.


    He typed out a reply: “Take care and stay safe out there.” Then he quickly sent a message to Leif, instructing him to keep a close watch on Yvonne’s whereabouts.


    Upon arriving at the snow-capped mountain, Yvonne and her team immediately dove into their schedule, camera gear in tow. They spent the next few days trekking through icy trails, searching for the perfect angles and capturing breathtaking shots. Everything progressed smoothly, and anticipation for the magazine’s release ran high among the crew.


    On the mountain’s summit, Yvonne led the group through thick snow, breathing hard from the climb. She nced back at the winded guide and her equally drained colleagues, augh escaping her lips.


    “Let’s start shooting,” Yvonne said, her eyes fixed on the snowyndscape before her.


    Her colleagues exchanged quick nods and sprang into action, scattering to prepare their gear.


    Yvonne inhaled deeply, steadied her hands, and raised her camera to start shooting. This assignment wasn’t just another job—it was her way of reiming bnce and finding stillness within herself.


    The weight of the past had lingered far too long, but staring out at the untouched, snow-nketed mountainside, she felt the tension ease, her spirit quieting atst.


    With the final set of images captured, Yvonne and the team began their descent from the mountain together.


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    Her colleagues lit up with excitement. “Finally done! We can go home now!” Margie eximed, practically bouncing with joy.


    The rest joined in, theirughter and chatter filling the cold air with warmth. Yvonne found herself smiling at the joy around her—but the mention of “home” tugged at something deep in her chest.


    She couldn’t help but wonder if Norton had been thinking of her during their time apart.


    Without warning, the sky dimmed as thick clouds swallowed the sun, and snowkes began to swirl. The guide’s face turned grim as he peered upward. “A snowstorm’sing! Move quickly!” he shouted.


    Yvonne’s gaze snapped to the shifting sky, her expression turning solemn. She shouted over the rising wind, “Everyone, hurry!”


    They all picked up speed, making their way down the mountain in haste. In the chaos, Margie stumbled and fell, her body sinking into the cold drifts. Yvonne darted ahead, scanning through the flurry for each of her teammates. Spotting Margie sprawled in the snow, panic etched across her face, Yvonne dashed over and hauled her up with firm hands.


    “Come on,” she said gently, keeping her pace steady as she supported Margie forward.


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