Chapter 7: The Feistiness of Faye Owen
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Yves King was slightly taken aback when he saw her emerge from the bathroom. In fact, in his unending boredom of waiting, he had speculated countless times about what kind of woman would walk out of the bathroom--beautiful or ugly? Judging by her luggage and bags, she should be somewhere between twenty and thirty years old, and her quality of life ought to be quite good. But no matter if she was beautiful or ugly, he wasn't going to let her stay around.
His surprise was not because of how beautiful this woman was --though, in fact, she was indeed beautiful. It was because he instantly recognized this unforgettable woman. Early this morning, it was this very woman sitting in the President's chair, powerfully interviewing him with a pipeline to the security guard position.
Old Miller's company, though not too large, was not small either. Among the local privately-owned companies, it ranked quite highly. The company's assets were valued in the tens, close to a hundred billion.
A president who could be entrusted with such crucial responsibilities by Old Miller must be a standout among workplace elites, and her salary was unquestionably high, starting in the millions. Such a person should frequent upscale hotels or, at the very least, rent a townhouse.
But as per Yves King's extensive experience, he couldn't quite understand why she was in this old neighborhood, let alone in a modest suite of only seventy to eighty square meters? The first thought that crossed his mind was that there must be a problem here.
Luckily, he was not the type of person who loved gossip or sticking his nose into others' affairs. After a brief moment of surprise, his expression returned to calm. He folded his arms, curiously observing her figure. This morning, she was dressed in a cold and formal professional suit, giving off an indifferent, sharp, and domineering impression.
But now, without her professional exterior, she resembled a leisurely and classy homely woman who knew how to enjoy life.
Although the bath towel covered the critical areas, it unveiled a mysterious hint, which tempted people's imaginations, arousing the desire to unveil the mystery.
Yves King never considered himself a gentleman. In fact, he never shied away from opportunities. To the sight of a beautiful woman, it wouldn't hurt to steal a few glances. Even with his extensive experience, he had to admit it.
However, he was no naive young lad who had just entered society.
Now, he had begun to admire this woman. At the company, she was efficient, cold, and domineering, but privately, how could she be so careless? Just arrived here, she settled down to take a bath so comfortably. Just a bath towel wrapped around her as she emerged. Did she really think this place was her home? What's worse, he had been sitting here for quite some time, and she was still humming a tune, completely oblivious. Did he have no presence at all?
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Faye Owen was indeed startled by the sudden appearance of a man. Without thinking, she stepped back, clutching her chest tightly, her eyes fixed fearfully on Yves King.
Luckily, she was a resolute person who had "weathered some storms", unlike an ordinary woman who would immediately scream in panic. Her proud self-control forced her to calm down and hide her fear. Being clever, Faye knew that any overreaction could provoke a criminal, possibly causing him to lose his sanity and do something he wouldn't want.
Calmness was the only way to handle this crisis.
With these thoughts, she pressed down her racing heartbeat, staring back fearlessly. Having studied psychology, she knew that showing weakness could encourage aggression.
When Faye got a good look at his face, she was taken aback. The sudden intruder was the annoying guy she had interviewed this morning who had gotten a backdoor entry. Why was he here? Was he discontent with being assigned to security, so he followed her surreptitiously? What was his objective? Did he want to threaten her to change her decision, or was he just seeking revenge out of rage?
If it were the former, perhaps it would be easier to handle. But if it were the latter, that sent a chill down Faye Owen's spine.
"Mr. King, if you wanted to visit me at home, you should have made an appointment first. That would be more polite, wouldn't you say?" After she had gathered her thoughts and regained her default indifferent expression, Faye Owen said these words in an even tone.
She didn't directly berate him with a sharp tone for his illegal and dangerous intrusion into her home. That could potentially agitate him, invoking his violent tendencies. No matter how she saw it, she was clearly at a disadvantage in the current situation. The weak naturally had to be aware of their vulnerability. Dealing with such a dangerous villain, it was best to first pacify and stabilize the situation.
However, confronted with his blatant scrutinizing gaze, as he inspected her from head to toe, Faye Owen felt an overwhelming sense of shame and resulting fury burning fiercely within her.
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Yves King had foreseen that she would exhibit some reaction upon discovering him, probably screaming in terror, perhaps even screaming and crying, desperately hurling objects at him. But he dismissed such reactions. This was his house, surrounded by familiar neighbors. His name was on the property deed, he had never rented the property to anyone. Even if she called the police or someone, he would still be in the right.
Rather, he was somewhat looking forward to witnessing the arrogant and aggressively intimidating woman, reduced to a mess of panicked fear, serving as small revenge for the earlier issue she had caused him.
Unfortunately for him, his anticipated scene was not to be.
After a moment of initial shock, the woman composed herself rapidly. In just a few seconds, she assessed the situation and calmed down. Her conversation with him was quite polite, merely indicating that he was being impolite, although with a closer listen, a hint of fear could be detected in her voice.
Such a swift reaction and skillful handling of the situation made Yves reassess her. Admitting to himself, Old Miller's newly appointed young President, clearly had qualities. Particularly this ability to adapt, indeed, had the manner of a great leader.
It was a pity that he was just thinking of hearing her reproach him foolishly like, "What are you doing here?", "How did you get in?", "Help! A hooligan!" and the likes.
"President Owen, it seems you're playing dumb," smirked Yves King, watching her composed demeanor. But he too was momentarily embarrassed. He was, however, harboring a teasing intention, deliberately putting on an inscrutable demeanor, and scrutinizing her critically.
Observing his unbridled gaze, Faye Owen felt a surge of anger and embarrassment, wishing she could rush over to him and smack his lecherous face so hard that he'd be picking his teeth off the floor.
This was, however, just wishful thinking. According to his resume, he was once a soldier, he's a strong and capable man. She was at disadvantage now, she had to restrain her anger, with a slightly heavier voice, "Mr. King, your assignment was carefully considered. You accepted it without objections this morning and completed all employment procedures. Of course, if you have any dissatisfaction, feel free to express them and I will consider accordingly. However, work issues are strictly work related, and we can discuss this at my office tomorrow. Are you satisfied with my answer now, Mr. King? If you don't have any other issues, you should leave now. I am quite tired today."
Pacify, reason and a delaying strategy. Yves bet if he agreed to leave, she would immediately grab the phone on the coffee table and call the police.
Unfortunately, it's not about what position Yves wanted to hold since he had no such desire or agenda. Even if he had, he certainly wasn't an easy man to fool. However, her calm and quick-wittedness impressed Yves again. With such qualities, she would shine like gold in any industry.
It seems, some harder measures were required. Yves suddenly stopped his joking demeanor, his face turned threatening, his icy gaze fixed on her face, "I didn't think you, President Owen were so naive. I came here and you must give me an explanation. If not..."
Faye's heart turned cold, recognizing that this guy was not easy to trick. Her mobile was on the coffee table, but to snatch it and call the police would be a fool's act. In the end, she had to continue to play for time, crossing her arms, she slowly said, "Mr. King, let's not be hasty. Things can suffice through negotiation. As president, if there's something I haven't done right, or if there's something upsetting you, feel free to mention it."
"For a talent like me, one should at least offer me a vice-president position, right?" Yves smirked.
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