At the International Finance Center, Phoebe and Cindy attended Hermès's tea soiree, an exclusive event for Kedora's high society ladies. The two sat in the back, watching the elegant sales associates present the latest collections. Cindy leaned in closer, lowering her voice. "Phoebe, have you been feeling off lately?"

Phoebe examined the new arrivals with a keen eye, jotting down the ones that caught her fancy in her little notebook. As she scribbled, she asked without looking up, "What's up? Something wrong?"

"You used to be such a workaholic, Phoebe," Cindy remarked. "I would go months without even catching a glimpse of you. Trying to grab lunch was like setting up a presidential meeting." Indeed, Phoebe's life had been a whirlwind of busyness.@@novelbin@@

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