Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

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The once hot-headed youth had become more sophisticated. He was now capable of exacting revenge on me by laying a trap for four years.

My gaze swept over to Silas, who sat calmly and seemed unsurprised by the relationship between Pete and me. It was clear that he had known all along, which further confirmed my suspicions.

Pete crossed his arms, pouting his lower lip to blow away his bangs that were starting to poke into his eyes.

He smirked and asked, "Do you admit defeat now? If you're unwilling to admit that you've lost, no problem. Drink these two bottles of vodka, and I'll let you go. We'll have a battle of our wits again next time."

In the past, I might have thrown the vodka in his face and walked away without a care. But now, my hard-earned job opportunity would be jeopardized if I displeased Pete.

I needed to make money!

I no longer had anything to fall back on to retaliate against him. I was neck deep in 87 million dollars of debt, so I had no choice but to be pragmatic.

I smiled and said, "I admit defeat. I never said I didn't. If I drink this, will you let me join Mr. Harmon's firm?"

vodka was

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my tongue to my

glass to toast Pete. "I'll drink this now.

to perfection. Pleasing Pete wasn't scary; I would be

way the alcohol stung my throat made it feel like I was swallowing shards of

was likely just to give me a hard time while I was job hunting.

his arms crossed and watched things play out. Pete's chair scraped loudly against the floor as he shot up

join Silas' firm. Drink another two bottles, and I'll make Silas step down and give you his

taunt and gripped the glass tightly. Then, I relaxed my

a company being accused

funds.

and even a small share for me

take up. work if I drink more than two bottles.

Pete was just