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    “Why did it take you so long to pick up?” Yvonne inquired, her voiceced with worry.


    “I’m exhausted, so I decided to take a nap.”


    “Come join the fun now that you’re up. I’ll text you where to find me.” Rachel hesitated to spoil the cheerful atmosphere and decided to go along.


    She had just finished getting ready to head out when her phone rang. It was Brian.


    “Hello, Rachel.” He sounded a bit tipsy, his voice light and airy.


    Clutching the phone tighter, Rachel was tempted to just hang up. Yet, knowing he was drunk, she found herself unable to end the call. “I’ve had a bit too much to drink,” he admitted, his voice unexpectedly seductive, softened by the alcohol.


    “Could youe and pick me up?” he asked, his request taking her by surprise.


    Holding her breath, Rachel didn’t respond.


    From the other end of the line, Brian continued, “Remember how you used to pick me up when I got like this? I really feel terrible. Can you bring me home and get me a hangover cure?”


    For a moment, Rachel nearly agreed. However, she ultimately managed to stayposed.


    “We’re no longer together!” With those words, she quickly ended the call before she could hear his reply.


    She gged down a taxi and was at Yvonne’s location within twenty minutes. They met up outside a popr nightclub. Yvonne eagerly took Rachel’s arm.


    “They say there’s a fresh group of male escorts tonight. Let’s check them out.”


    Rachel was stunned. Her earlierments weren’t meant to be taken seriously. Yet here they were, courtesy of Yvonne’s arrangements. Long before her marriage and the financial downfall of her family, Yvonne had enjoyed these outings. She would often hire male escorts for a chat, a drink, a card game, or even a shopping spree.


    After all, the men were truly handsome, a delight to the eyes. And she always maintained her boundaries firmly against any unseemly behavior.


    “Are we actually going inside?” Rachel asked with a hint of reluctance as Yvonne ushered her through the entrance.


    “Yes, of course. Why not? Men freely enjoy themselves; why should we hold back? We’re only here for a bit of fun.”


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    With a nod, Rachel joined her, stepping into the building.


    Upon entering the hallway, they were unexpectedly greeted by Leif. Both were momentarily stunned.


    “Leif?”


    “Mrs. Burke?”


    They spoke almost in unison.


    “Norton’s here, right?” Yvonne was direct, her voice firm. “Where is he? Take me to him.”


    Hearing this, Leif’s heart skipped a beat. He had recently watched the manager usher a group ofdies inside Norton’s room—each person stunning yet unique.


    “Mr. Burke is currently in a meeting with clients. It might not be the right time for an interruption.”


    “Oh, is that so?” Yvonne shed a mischievous smile. “Tell me, Leif, should you escort me in, or must I burst in myself?”


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