StartNovelChapter 997: When Shelly saw the box in Heidi's arms, a flash of disdain crossed her eyes, though her smile never faltered. "What's all this?" "Miss Tucker, you have no idea how devious Yvonne really is!" Heidi collapsed into the chair across from her, nearly knocking over her coffee.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"She setup. Complained to the chief editor and gotfired!" "Oh?" Shelly sipped her latte. Privately, she cursed the woman. Useless. Couldn't even outmaneuver one little Yvonne? Heidi, seeing the lack of reaction, leaned in, desperate. “You have so much influence, Miss Tucker. Is there anything you can do to helpget back in? If I go back, I'll report everything she does. I swear." Shelly, unable to stomach her desperate, ingratiating gaze, gave a long, deliberate sigh. “It's not that I don't want to help, but this sounds like an internal mess. I can't exactly waltz in and undo what your own chief decided." Heidi's nails dug into the sleeves of her coat. "So that's it? We just let her win? Let her run wild like this?" Shelly studied the twisted rage behind Heidi's eyes-and for once, she saw potential.
"What can we do?" she said softly. "She's clearly got someone powerful backing her. Look at how she talks to her chief—like she owns the place. You really think someone like that got ahead on talent alone?" A flicker of guilt crossed Heidi's face. She looked down.
"Exactly," Shelly said, watching her closely. "She's got people pulling strings for her behind the scenes. You won't beat her with rules or reason." Heidi sat up straighter, her eyes lighting up. "That's it! If the whole industry thought she got ahead by sleeping her way to the top, her reputation would be ruined. Let's see who would dare hire her then!" Shelly took a slow sip of her latte, hiding a sly smile behind her cup. Maybe this girl wasn't as hopeless as she seemed.
Moments later, Heidi excused herself, practically buzzing with new purpose. She clutched her camera tighter and headed straight for Stylist Magazine's office.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMore chapters at glnov☐☐☐☐☐☐ She'd been following Yvonne for days, hoping for dirt, hoping to find out exactly who Yvonne was cozying up to. She would take her down for good.
Inside the office, the day's bustle was slowly winding down, but Yvonne was still at her desk, immersed in work.
The soft click of a door broke the silence. Morse stepped out of her office and cleared her throat.
"I... I have something to announce." She clasped her hands behind hen back, her usual composure a bit off. The pacing didn't help-it screamed nerves.
All around the room, chairs creaked, and keyboards fell silent Headsm turned.
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