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I climb out of the Uber in my Chanel pant suit and heels. Well, okay, Tahlia’s Chanel pant suit and heels, but tonight I’m making this outfit work for me. I hate the fact that I’m changing myself into someone else, but this is my last resort.
I’ve never been to this bar before and from the outside it appears way higher-end than I thought it’d be. As far as I know, Jacob doesn’t really spend his money on frivolous things, which makes him a good banker, I suppose. He’s more of a beer guy than a guy who can recite the wine menu. Sure, he’s stuffy, but not nose-in-the-air snooty.
I step through the door and the inside of the place is dark with crimson walls and black tables and chairs. Businessmen fill the seats with jackets strewn on the chairs behind them. The gleam from their expensive
