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"Well, it's not impossible. You almost had s*x with a guy at the bar, but you f****d up," Bianca stated as she turned on the car and zoomed off. "Excuse me," Isabella scoffs, "if you hadn't gotten me drunk, I wouldn't have f****d up." "At least you admitted you were at fault here." "Just forget it and drop me off at the hotel," Isabella snarled, sounding angry. "Whatever you do, just make sure you f**k your boss." "Everything isn't about s*x, Bianca," Isabella said, not knowing what made her utter that statement. Bianca laughed. "Are you trying to say you're in love with your boss?" When Bianca posed the inquiry, her car came to a complete stop. "What no," Isabella said, and Bianca stared at her with a suspicious look in her eyes. Isabella peeked out the window to avoid her gaze and