Their morking laughter and cruel words filled my ears. Every choice led to disaster, but if this was the punishment Ophelia wanted me to face, I would accept it
Thank you for your consideration, Ms. Jefferson, but some crude as me doesn’t deserve to be by your side.”
Mi. Jetlerson looked disappointed. “So, you choose to drink? You realize you’ll pass out after finishing the drinks on this table?”
My stomach cramped involuntary asooked at the bottles. I dag my nails into my palm and forced a weary smile. “I choose to drink. After all, there’s money to be made. Why turn down
imex of surprise and intriger. She had half–hoped that I might choose to stay by her side or come up with some unexpected third option. After
y was just an
e erpovediter games, she could tell genuine people from fakes. However, my choice of money made her think my earlier dignity
lali, well” Ma Smith was right, nobody can resim money,” Ms. jetterson commented as she laughed loudly, pointing at the table full of bottles. Finish these, and the hundred grand is yours!
e tossed a card on the table.” is a Let’s saw if you have what it take
medan the card renting my fat. The money could solve many of my current problems, and while I had my pride, thoughts of Mom’s illness stripped away my courage to refuse. Pride and dignam seemed worthless in the face of life and death
Opleta watched me coldy, nothing if she were to say something to Ms. Jefferson, this torture might have stopped. Instead, she waited to see me break to watch me suffer.
but she wanted to see not, I had no choice. Taking a deep breath, Treturned to the VIP room
“Since you’re being so genus, Majetterson, I shouldn’t refuse,” I said, grabbing a bottle and downing it in one go. Despite my discomfort, I forced myself to drink bottle after bottle. The group surrounded me, cheering and laughing as if were their entertainment. Money meant nothing to them, and they just wanted amusement.
Nonetheless a table tall of high–proof or was not easy for anyone to handle, no matter how much they could drink. At first, I managed, but gradually, it became more challenging. 1 thawed down, spiling alcoholall mese my shi
and intoxication took over. Some noticed my failing state and grew impatient.
“Hurry up! Why are you so slow? Some tried to forse -1
From the bed of my eye. I saw Ophella matching silen
fine the drinks, but Ms. Jefferson stopped them.
La blank face. It was hard to tell what she was thinking–was it hatted, anger, satisfaction, or pleasure at my humiliation?
I had fecunde the main attraction at Ms. Jefferson’s bday party. The manager came to intervene, but Me Jettersouthreatened, “Leave. If you want to keep this place running, don’t
The manager hesitated but ultimately backed down, leaving the iO
oplica stood up and walked toward Here was cold as ice as he stated, “If your kneel and apologize, I can convince M–Jefferson to let you off with these last two bottles.” Ma þefferson lookedsurprised “Ms. Sandth, did he wrong you somehow? You be
“Yes, lie and i-“oplella began, but list hen oth
s to have something against him.
“Ma. Samithatallare strangers” Interupted. “Ton’t need your false ödness. I’ll finish these Laur two bottleshi
