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Chapter Eighteen: What A Drunken Night!
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2025-06-25 08:00:36The BuyMore 10th Anniversary Gala was everything the staff had imagined—and then some.
Held in the glittering ballroom of the Grand Fairmont Hotel overlooking Central Park, the event felt more like the Oscars of corporate retail than a celebration of barcode scanners and employee-of-the-month certificates. Waiters moved through the crowd with trays of champagne, a jazz trio played near the open bar, and the chandeliers overhead looked like they belonged in a movie. Everyone had dressed the part. Gone were the polos and name tags, replaced by tailored suits, glittering gowns, and shoes that hurt in the best way. Brenda, who usually kept to hoodies and comfortable boots, was unrecognizable in a deep emerald dress that hugged her frame and brought out the hazel in her eyes. Her dark hair was curled to one side, lips painted a shade of red that whispered danger and heartbreak. Callie
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