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    When she got back to her apartment, Ste let out a long sigh and headed straight for a hot shower.


    That night, she lit a scented candle, hoping to wind down with a good book.


    But her phone wouldn’t stop buzzing.


    Ste frowned. Who’d be calling thiste?


    She set the book aside and saw a voice message from Sandra.


    “Hey Sylvia! Dinner was awesome! Such a shame you missed it. The food was sooo good. You have toe next time! The drinks were amazing too…”


    Ste didn’t need to listen further—Sandra was clearly drunk.


    She immediately thought back to thest time Sandra got wasted. She felt a headacheing on.


    “Where are you? Are Elbert and Jamir still with you?”


    Sandra replied quickly, sounding super cheerful, “Nope, they bailed. Elbert had to go check on his cat, and Jamir… I haven’t seen him in forever.”


    Ste rubbed her temples. Of course they ditched her.


    “Has your party wrapped up? Is anyone taking you home?”


    It waste, raining hard, and the thought of Sandra out there alone made Ste uneasy.


    “Nope, most people already left. I’m kinda tipsy and my legs feel like jelly. I’ll just chill here for a bit. Don’t worry about me…”


    Yeah, right. Ste sighed, threw off her nket, and grabbed a jacket.


    “Stay put. I’ming to get you.”


    By 11:30, she was out in the storm, pushing open the steakhouse door.


    “Good evening, ma’am. Are you dining alone?” the waiter asked politely.


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    “I’m here to pick someone up,” Ste said, scanning the ce.


    There—Sandra was slumped over at a corner table, totally out of it. Ste let out a breath of relief. At least she was safe.


    Thank God no creep dragged her off.


    “Sandra, get up. I’m taking you home.”


    Sandra’s head shot up at the sound of Ste’s voice. She grinned like a happy kid.


    “Sylvia, you came! Look, I was good! You said don’t move, and I didn’t move!”


    Ste couldn’t help butugh. She bent down, slung Sandra’s arm over her shoulder, and hauled her up.


    “Seriously, how could they just ditch you like this? Ugh, some friends they are,” she muttered as she helped Sandra out.


    Sandra tried to answer but suddenly gagged. She shoved Ste aside and ran for the restroom, her hand mped over her mouth.


    Ste followed but stopped short when a couple turned the corner, arm in arm.


    “Ms. Gilbert? You again?” Willow said sweetly, a hint of venom in her eyes.


    Wasn’t Ste supposed to be home? What the hell was she doing here?


    Ste froze. She hadn’t expected to bump into Willow and William again. She quickly pointed toward the restroom. “I’m here to pick up my friend. She’s had too much to drink. Excuse me.”


    Willow nced up at William and spoke sweetly. “Well, now that Ms. Gilbert’s here, we can go, right? You said you wanted to take that employee home, but I guess you don’t need to anymore.”


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