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.

entered Room 888 before Debbie was able to take a

so fast!”

look around. He’d never been

ancient times. I heard some rich dude bid 200 million for it at auction. I’m guessing that’s Carlos. And now he just hides it here! What

it right now. But this guy was a

and poured a

by no means

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

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

“So?” she asked.

grapes were picked and made

Rothschild 1982. It costs at least

gulped down three glasses of wine. She had filled the glass with the expensive wine, and

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