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Requiem of a Broken Heart

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“No, thank you. | can’t drink anymore,” Rachel declined as politely as she could.

The man scowled. “That's not fair! Why can you drink with others but not with me? I'm not asking much, just one

glass.”

Before Rachel could respond, more glasses were shoved into her hands, one after another, as the men jeered

and egged her on. Her vision started to spin, and she began to lose her grip on the situation.

Then, long, elegant fingers emerged through the crowd. “I'll drink on behalf of Ms. Marsh.”

In her dazed state, Rachel assumed it was Samira. Then, a waiter appeared and ushered her to a separate couch

where she could rest.

Needless to say, the men were unwilling to let her go. “Who do you think you are?” they demanded from the

newcomer.

The woman flashed them a smile. “I am her subordinate. As such, it is my duty to drink on her behalf when she

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is no longer able.”

“All right! Since you volunteered yourself, don’t blus for what happens next!”

The group didn’t hold back at all. But at the stime, they had sorely underestimated this woman's alcohol

tolerance. She turned out to be a force to be reckoned with, able to out-drink just about anyone in the room. It

didn’t take long for the men to admit defeat in the drinking game.

“Another round?” The woman swept a gaze over the room. In her high heels, she stood taller than most of the

men.

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There was a commanding quality to her tone and presence that warned them not to act too boldly. “No, no more!

|—I can’t drink anymore...” one of the men stammered.

“Oh, con now. Have a few more glasses.” The woman poured another drink without batting an eye and

handed it to the man who had spoken.

The man frantically waved his hands in front of him. “No, no, please! | really can’t drink anymore, or I'll die!”

“Is that so?” The woman's voice rose, her gaze turning icy. “If you can’t drink that much yourself, then don’t

force it on others—especially Ms. Marsh. If | see any of you try to pull this stunt again, I'll show you who's the

real boss of drinking.”

The men, too drunk to think properly, were too stunned to question why a mere subordinate would dare to speak

to them like that.

Satisfied that she had put them in their place, the woman turned on her heel and headed upstairs.

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All settled,” she said softly to then

stern-looking man sito on {re sofa.

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Good. Thank you for today.” Brian's

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cigarette. A thick curtain of SEaie

had alieadyfallen'oVef the room,

signaling just how many cigarettes

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