Jared.

“You here yet? I’m in Room 888,” said Debbie.

Jared was still driving. His purple Ferrari flew like a bat out of hell toward the club.

“Really?! Room 888? Isn’t that Carlos… Never mind.

Wait for me. I’ll be there in two minutes.”

Carlos’ exclusive booth had a strong appeal to Jared, who shortened the five minutes’ drive to two. Punctuated with the screech of brakes, the

Ferrari came to a halt before the Orchid Private Club. Jared was pretty eager to grab that booth. It was meant for the rich and famous, and now he’d at least have a taste of the good life.

Room 888 before Debbie

so fast!” she

had a look around. He’d

Look at this! It’s a porcelain vase from ancient times. I heard some rich dude bid

it right now. But this guy was a famous painter. It must have cost Carlos a pretty

poured

family is by no means poor.

a sip of the wine, and his eyes went wide. He took the

from a private winery in Bordeaux!” Debbie

“So?” she asked.

made, when the grapes were picked and

Lafite Rothschild 1982. It costs at

gulped down three glasses of wine.

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