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     Sung Law except perhaps Sharon. Sharon seemed to go out of her way to provoke Mabel.
     She was not a typical spoiled second-generation money brat, which Mabel might have
     found easier to handle. No, Sharon prided herself on being a good lawyer, good enough
     to point out flaws in Mabel Sung’s own work.
    “You should be getting home. Isn’t your big partnership party this morning?”
    Sharon didn’t bother to answer this. Her head hurt and her eyes hurt and she had a
     crick in her neck. But what hurt most of all was that she had spent all night in the
     office and no one from her family had been worried enough to call.
    “Did Mabel send you to get me?”
    “No. I just came in to look up something—”
    “I could have died here and they wouldn’t care,” Sharon said.
    “What?”
    Sharon thought GraceFaith a miserable excuse for a legal assistant. In her opinion,
     no one who put so much time and effort into makeup and manicures could be of any real
     value. Sharon was proud of how little time she spent on her own appearance. It was
     a matter of being organized. Sharon had worn her hair in the same bob since her school
     days. Every year she bought herself five new sets of shirts and suits for work and
     three black dresses and one blue or green dress for Chinese New Year. This was a compromise.
     Though a fervent Christian, Mabel Sung would have preferred her daughter wear red
     for New Year fortune, but had only succeeded in weaning her off black.
    “Shouldn’t you be at home preparing for the party? After all, it’s your big day!”
     GraceFaith tried again.
    “It’s not a big day. It’s a big responsibility. That’s what I’ve been trying to prepare
     for.” Sharon slammed shut the ring binder she had been staring at. Misaligned papers
     muted the impact, spoiling the effect. “It’s not as though dressing up for some fancy
     party is going to get the job done.”
    “How can you not be excited about your own party? Mabel will be so disappointed. She
     organized it just for you, you know. She’s so proud of you.”
    “She called some stupid friend of hers to bring Peranakan food. She should know I
     can’t stand Peranakan food.”
    “How can you say that? Everybody loves Peranakan food. Besides, once you’ve tried
     Aunty Lee’s otak —remember even you said it was so shiok .”
    “Grace, you are such an idiot sometimes. You and all the other idiots that make such
     a big deal about the kind of food that makes you fat and unhealthy!”
    Sharon collected the folders on the desk and returned them to a shelf in the cabinet,
     which she pointedly locked, taking the key with her before leaving the room. Perhaps
     she expected to shock GraceFaith. After all, Mabel Sung’s locked file cabinets were
     even more sacrosanct than her locked office door.
    GraceFaith looked suitably taken aback. She also remembered to look hurt by the “fat”
     epithet thrown in her direction. Why not, if it made Sharon Sung happy?
    After Sharon stepped into the elevator, GraceFaith got down to work. She would have
     to hurry, but she would still manage to do what she had to and get to the Sungs’ place
     by eleven.
    And GraceFaith had her own keys to Mabel’s private cabinets.
    Mabel Sung was a woman with a great ability to impress people. She had complete belief
     in her own powers of organization and sufficient force of personality to convince
     others to believe in them too. The truth was that Mabel crashed into situations, stirred
     them up, and let the pieces fall down into new patterns. This was very often enough
     to break a stalemate and open new channels. When it worked, Mabel took all the credit,
     and when it did not, she found someone else to blame. GraceFaith had survived longer
     than any other assistant in Sung Law largely because she had mastered the art of serving
     up other people for Mabel to blame. And because GraceFaith believed anything was worth
     putting up with