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    “Crew,” someone else added. The room turned to the director of clothing and makeup for his take.


    “As far as I’m concerned,” the director replied, taking a puff of his cigarette, “we haven’t decided on the deputy director yet. This woman seems like a good fit. As for potential conflicts… well, positions should be awarded to those with merit, and the film crew isn’t owned by the Gordon family, after all.”


    Ellie’s disbelief was evident when she heard the news. “I am offered the position of deputy director of the makeup group?” she echoed.


    From the other end of the phone, a staff member from the Peerless Grace personnel department confirmed, “Yes, Miss Gordon. We’re eager for you to join us. The cast and crew convene next Friday for set photos. I’ll forward the details to your email.”


    After the call, Ellie turned to Baylee, excitement in her voice. “I’ve been named the deputy director of Peerless Grace.”


    “Congrattions! You’re the best.” Baylee beamed. “Isn’t today your birthday too? What a day for double celebrations!”


    Ellie’s smile wavered. “Actually, Baylee, today might not really be my birthday.”


    With aforting hug, Baylee reassured her, “Sweetheart, any day can be your birthday if you want it to be.”


    Ellie found herself agreeing. “Then let’s celebrate today.”


    For twenty years, Ellie had celebrated her birthday, never yielding the day to Demi. Today was not solely Demi’s day.


    In recent years, Houston and Litzy had exploited Ellie’s birthday as aworking event, throwingvish parties to foster business rtionships. Privately, Ellie celebrated the day with Baylee; that was the celebration that mattered to her.


    Baylee had arranged for a cake at Rich Bar and escorted Ellie to its secluded area.


    Approaching Rich Bar, they noticed the parking lot brimming with luxury cars.


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    “Looks like there’s a big event,” Ellie spected aloud.


    Rich Bar was a familiar haunt for the affluent, but such an assembly of high-end cars was typically seen during exclusive gatherings.


    Their arrival was interrupted.


    “What a coincidence, Ellie. Here for my birthday?” Demi, draped in a white feather dress, maintained her elegant demeanor even in a bar setting.


    Dani, holding Demi’s hand, sneered. “You’re Ellie Gordon, right? Demi’s boyfriend, Erick, has booked the entire Rich Bar for today. It’s filled with her friends and the elite. I doubt this—”


    “Is your scene.”


    “Ellie, my friend seems to think you don’t belong at my party. Erick’s arriving soon, and we know about your past with him. Best to leave and avoid any drama,” Demi said, feigning concern.


    One of Demi’s friends chimed in, “Twenty years as the Gordon heiress, and now you’re after Demi’s man? Shameless!”


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