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.

888 before Debbie was able to take

fast!”

nodded and had a look

so rich! Look at this! It’s a porcelain vase from ancient times. I heard some rich dude bid 200 million for it at

is called…er…I can’t think of it right now. But this guy was a famous painter. It must

her eyes and poured a glass of wine for

come on. Your family is by no means poor. So why are

sip of the wine, and his eyes went wide. He took the bottle on the table and checked it

from a private winery in Bordeaux!” Debbie was getting a little

“So?” she asked.

it was made, when the grapes were picked and made into wine, etc, it’s

Lafite Rothschild 1982. It costs at least $500,

price, Debbie coughed and almost choked on the wine. While Jared was looking around, she had gulped down three glasses of wine. She had

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