Phoebe wasn''t one to get wasted often. Back when she used to hit up parties with Theodore, he always made sure she didn''t drink too much.


    The first time she tagged along with Raphael to a party, she was super cautious. She picked the weakest fruit wine, not realizing it had a sneaky kick. Stumbling out of the banquet hall, Phoebe was seeing double. She gged down a waiter and asked where the elevator was. He pointed, and she squinted to see.


    Barely making out the elevator, she staggered over. The doors opened, and she walked in without hitting any buttons. The elevator just started going up on its own. Phoebe leaned against the shiny elevator wall, too weak to stand straight.


    She nced at her key card and saw the room number: 8888.


    When the elevator stopped, she was almost asleep and got jolted awake by the ding. She squinted at the numbers but couldn''t make them out, so she wobbled out when the doors opened. The carpet was plush, and the dim chandelier light gave the ce a mysterious vibe.


    Phoebe stumbled forward, leaning on the wall, mumbling to herself.@@novelbin@@


    She finally spotted the number 8888 on a door. She swiped the key card a few times, but the door wouldn''t budge, and the smart system kept shing an error.


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