Jemima: [Fifteen minutes.]Isolde was so furious she hurled her phone onto the bed.She drew several deep breaths and barely suppressed the urge to explode. 'Last night. Last night. Last night. Just endure it. Once it's over, it's over.'Still, fifteen minutes. Time is tight.'She rushed out of the hospital, flagged a taxi, and urged the driver to go faster the entire way. At the last possible moment, she shoved open the door to Room 101 at Mirage Bar, chest heaving.The instant she stepped inside, a cloying, sickly-sweet perfume slammed into her.Isolde frowned and covered her nose. 'What kind of cheap scent is this?'Jemima didn't seem like someone with such vulgar taste.She warily scanned the room. Under dim, ambiguous lighting, eight men sat in a neat row along the sofa. Each was handsome and well built, dressed in tight clothing that emphasized sculpted muscles.The moment they saw her, their eyes lit up. They all sprang to their feet, striking what they clearly believed
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