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    She rushed back to where she hadst seen Brenda.


    Sure enough, Brenda was still there. Earlier, she had been leaning against the wall, but now she was crouched down, looking utterly defeated.


    “Ms. Myers, it’s me, Rachel. Are you okay?”


    Brenda lifted her head, her eyes ssy and unfocused.


    Rachel wasn’t sure if she even recognized her, but then she heard her murmur, “Oh, Rachel… help me to the restroom.”


    “Alright, easy now,” Rachel said, steadying her.


    A whileter, after throwing up and sshing cold water on her face, Brenda seemed a little moreposed. She staggered out of the restroom, and Rachel quickly reached out to support her.


    “Let me take you home,” she offered.


    Brenda shook off her hand. “No! This event is important. I have to go back in.”


    Rachel tightened her grip on Brenda’s arm. “You’re already too drunk to walk straight. How do you n on drinking more?”


    “I told you, this is important.” Brenda’s eyes burned with intensity as she raised her voice, as if sheer determination could steady her swaying frame. “It’s very important, so I have to go back in.” She exhaled sharply, gripping the door handle. “Just pretend you didn’t see me tonight.”


    Forcing aposed smile, she steadied herself, ready to step inside.


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    Before she could, Rachel grabbed the handle first.


    “If you’re going in, then I’m going with you.” Her tone left no room for argument.


    Brenda froze, staring at her in disbelief. “Are you serious?”


    Rachel didn’t waver. “Let’s go. If it’s that important, we shouldn’t waste time.”


    With that, the door swung open.


    The lively conversation inside came to an abrupt halt as all eyes turned toward them. Moments ago, Brenda had barely been able to keep up with their relentless toasts, nearly copsing under the weight of their expectations.


    When she excused herself to the restroom, most assumed she wouldn’t being back. Yet here she was. And she wasn’t alone.


    “Well, well… Ms. Myers.” A man in a tailored suit stepped forward, shing a sly smile. “You never fail to impress. Truly a remarkable woman.”


    Though his lips curled into a smile, the sharp glint in his eyes dripped with mockery.


    Brenda tipped her head back, swallowing the liquor in one go. The burn seared down her throat, but she barely flinched. Lifting the bottle, she poured another round, then clinked her ss against the man’s with a crisp ring.


    “Mr. Rivera, I already told you—I don’t back out halfway.”


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