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Faye Owen hugged herself tightly. When she saw Yves King and Vivi Fisher in each other's arms through the broken corner of the blinds, all the pent-up frustration and discontent surged to the forefront of her mind. She regretted having asked Yves King to charm anyone at all.
Painfully clutching her cell phone, she was on the verge of crushing it. Her mind was churning with unkind assumptions about Yves King. She thought scornfully, 'Old womanizer that he is, he's hugging Vivi, and won't let go. Vivi, why can't you be stronger? Slap him across his deceitful face and walk away with your head held high! That should be our modern, independent career women's exemplary behavior!'
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