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Trouble Looming
ASHER “A glass of vodka, ready!” The bartender announced, placing the drink in front of me. I snatched it up, gulping down the content in one go. Breathing heavily, I wiped my stained lips with the back of my hand. I couldn't help getting angry over and over again. The auction scenario continued to play on repeat in my mind, fueling my frustration. “Damn it!” I cussed, banging my fist on the table in exasperation. Jake, who was seated beside me, chuckled nonchalantly, not glancing up from his phone. I had invited him out for a drink to calm my nerves, but instead, the alcohol seemed to be doing the opposite— only intensifying my irritation. “Are you getting riled up over a bag of garbage? Just let go of it. She only did that to get your attention, what a cheap trick! She's probably dr
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