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

fast!”

look around. He’d never been here

vase from ancient times. I heard some rich dude bid 200 million for it at

now. But this guy was a famous painter. It must have

her eyes and poured a glass

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

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

my God! This wine is from a private winery in Bordeaux!” Debbie was getting

“So?” she asked.

grapes were

It costs at least

looking around, she had gulped down three glasses of wine. She had filled

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