Free Food for Millionaires
Chapter One
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Competence can be a curse.
As a capable young woman, Casey Han felt compelled to choose
respectability and success. But it was glamour and insight that she
craved. A Korean immigrant who'd grown up in a dim, bluecollar
neighborhood in Queens, she'd hoped for a bright, glittering life
beyond the workhorse struggles of her parents, who managed a
Manhattan dry cleaner.
Casey was unusually tall for a Korean, nearly five feet eight,
slender, and self-conscious about what she wore. She kept her black
hair shoulder length, fastidiously powdered her nose, and wore
winecolored lipstick without variation. To save money, she wore her
eyeglasses at home, but outside she wore contact lenses to correct
her nearsightedness. She did not believe she was pretty but felt she
had something-some sort of workable sex appeal. She admired feminine
modesty and looked down at women who tried to appear too sexy. For a
girl of only twenty-two, Casey Han had numerous theories of beauty
and sexuality, but the essence of her philosophy was that allure
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