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"Mr. Thompson, what happened?" Eve’s voice was sharp, laced with frustration and impatience. "I’ve been waiting for your call. Did he spill anything at all?"
Mr. Thompson hesitated, rubbing his temples as he struggled to find the right words to explain the situation. "Eve, something’s not right here. Jared… he didn’t get drunk. He drank everything I offered him, but it didn’t seem to affect him in the slightest."
Eve was silent for a moment, clearly trying to process this unexpected and unsettling news. "What do you mean, he didn’t get drunk? You gave him the wine, didn’t you, just as we planned?"
"Yes, of course, I did," Mr. Thompson snapped back, his own frustration bubbling to the surface and mingling with confusion. "But he acted like it was nothing more than water. He didn’t
