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.

Debbie was able

so fast!” she

nodded and had a look around. He’d

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

that! The painting is called…er…I can’t think of it right now. But this guy was a famous painter. It must have cost Carlos

and poured a glass of wine

on. Your family is by no means

wide. He took the

from a private winery in Bordeaux!” Debbie was

“So?” she asked.

grapes were picked and made

Rothschild 1982. It costs

was looking around, she had gulped down three glasses of wine. She had filled the glass with

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