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Waiting in the reception area, she had flicked through a news magazine that had been lying on the table for clients to read while waiting for their appointment. On the cover there had been a picture of a well-known politician, a man famous for his rudeness and aggression. She had looked at the eyes–the piercing, accusing eyes, and had seen only an impenetrable, defensive anger. Nothing–no forced smiles nor rehearsed protestation of concern, could cancel out the cold selfishness of those eyes.
