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    GT Group conducted a quarterly stylist hunt, filtering through thousands of applications to interview fewer than a hundred. The process involved three rigorous rounds, culminating in one personnding the coveted role.


    The chosen candidate would partner with GT Group for the quarter, gaining ess to unparalleled resources and training. Standout participants might even secure referrals to prestigious brands and studios—a tremendous boost for any résumé.


    Determined not to let the opportunity slip, Ellie, despite her injury, made her way to the interview.


    The GT Group tower, a striking feature of Critport’s financial district, loomed ahead with its gleaming “GT” insignia.


    The initial stage was a written test, covering the essentials of image design and thetest in fashion, alongside analytical questions. The immediate results whittled the group down to twenty-nine.


    Next, candidates demonstrated their styling skills on mannequins. This round tested their basic yet critical abilities in fashion coordination and personal ir.


    Ellie, absorbed in her task, was unaware she’d be the subject of photos now circting in GT Group’s employee chat.


    “There’s an absolute stunner at today’s interview! Puts the celebrities to shame!”


    “You’re goddamn right! She’s the epitome of elegance! Makes me feel like aplete klutz.”


    “She’s so stunning! She could coast on her looks alone! Why even bother with talent?”


    “Skeptical here! Come on! Show me her pics.”


    Bruce, also a GT employee, saw the chat and smirked, unaware of Ellie’s presence.


    Then the photos appeared, and his smugness vanished.


    What was going on?


    Wasn’t that Mrs. Thorpe?!


    Why was she at GT Group?


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    Did she know her husband was on the thirty-eighth floor, in the CEO’s office?


    Pondering briefly, Bruce hurried to Kaiden’s office.


    Kaiden’s office exuded a spacious and bright ambiance, adorned with expansive windows, yet its ck-and-white palette lent a stark, austere vibe.


    Kaiden was at his desk when Bruce burst in.


    “Mr. Thorpe, you need to see this.” Bruce presented his phone. “Isn’t this Mrs. Thorpe?”


    The photo showed a woman in a chic, light beige dress and ck coat, attentively working on a mannequin. Her elegance was undeniable, her demeanor cool and collected.


    Kaiden’s expression darkened. “Wasn’t she meant to be resting at home?”


    Bruce was clueless about the situation.


    After all, it wasn’t his spouse.


    Kaiden immediately called Cayson to check in.


    “Mrs. Thorpe left early, mentioning an errand,” Cayson reported.


    An errand?


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