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Faye Owen didn't speak, standing at the doorway, staring intently at Yves King, as if afraid he'd escape, aware that only in this way could she spend some private time with him during the day.
"Pre, President, what do you want to do?" After a moment of silence, Yves King stuttered, breaking the silence first, "I'm telling you, don't mess around, okay? Although I get paid by you, I will never succumb to your power, letting you exploit me." In fact, he was aware of the troubles in Faye Owen's heart and wanted to cheer her up.
Faye Owen just rolled her eyes at his old joke, ignoring it. She knew Yves King genuinely felt guilty toward Wendy Quay and Maeve. She could understand that, but her dependence on Yves King was no less than Wendy's. Perhaps even more so.
