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"Thief?" Mabel Cooper glared at him, "On such a broad and open day, who else besides you would dare to barge into my office? Your courage really knows no bounds. We have armed police on duty here at the District Committee and the District Government, not to mention surveillance. Aren't you afraid of being caught while trespassing?"
"Are you joking? This place is full of public servants. I'm a part of the public," Yves King said with a smirk, "Come, my servants. Give me a back rub, massage my legs."
"I'll give your soul a rub," Mabel chuckled as his comment, her previous exhaustion from overworking faded. But this man, one really shouldn't give him a friendly look. Otherwise, he would climb up like a vine. Annoyed, she said, "There's tea on the coffee table, both black and green. Brew it yourself, lest you say that when you came to my office, I didn't even offer you tea."
