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    “You shouldn’t drink anymore.” Rachel’s voice rose in rm, but before she could stop her, Brenda had already knocked back another ss.


    Then another and another.


    As she reached for the fourth ss, Rachel couldn’t stand by any longer. She seized the ss from Brenda’s grasp and turned to Carney Rivera. “Mr. Rivera, I’m Ms. Myers’ assistant. I’ll take this one for her.”


    Carney’s brow arched in mild surprise before he let his gaze sweep over Rachel, assessing her. A smirk yed at his lips. “If you want to drink with me, you’ll have to earn it. Three shots first, as a challenge.”


    “Fine. I’ll do it.”


    Rachel didn’t falter. She grabbed the ss without hesitation.


    Brenda’s face tightened with authority. “Rachel, you still have a choice. Walk away now. I won’t drag you into this.”


    Rachel met her stare head-on, unwavering. “I walked in here knowing exactly what I was doing. I’m not walking away.”


    Without another word, she downed three shots in quick session.


    By the sixth ss, Brenda reached out, stopping her. “Do you remember our agreement?” Her voice was low but firm, a pointed reminder of the project.


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    “I remember.”


    Brenda nodded. “Good. As long as you do. If you don’tplete the project, you’re leaving. Don’t think that helping me tonight changes anything. You know how I operate—strictly business.”


    Rachel’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “I never expected you to go easy on me.”


    With that, she reached for the seventh ss and drank.


    Her tolerance was nowhere near Brenda’s, but she wasn’t one to back down.


    It should buy Brenda enough time to sober up. As she finished the final ss, a slow, satisfied smile tugged at her lips—just before her body gave in.


    She had won. The project was hers. Her fingers curled tightly around the contract bearing Carney Rivera’s signature and fingerprint. Her vision blurred, but the victory was clear.


    “An, I did it. I finally made it happen.”


    Rachel rushed forward, catching Brenda before she could hit the ground. When they woke up, they were in the hospital.


    The night before, Rachel had managed to bring Brenda here, only to pass out herself soon after.


    It was a good thing, too—if they had copsed anywhere else, the consequences could have been much worse.


    As soon as Rachel came to, she turned to the nurse, her voice urgent. “Where’s Brenda Myers?”


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