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“Cheers,” The men laughed, raising golden cups to one another as they drank the wine. The maids who stood close to them refilled their cups and all Zenith did was watch. Watch them as they toasted away his people. Toasted with greed and covetousness with their drinks. The Seven Elders proved their worth as they subtly returned the toasts.

Half an hour later, the auction was about to commence. I sat next to Xavier, bored out of my mind. I had to drink grape juice because it was good for pregnancy. Suddenly, events took a dramatic turn. The soothing classical music stopped suddenly, and was followed by a shadowed announcement delivered in a monotonous tone. “Everyone, please remain calm! There's a bomb threat!" After the first scream tore through the silence, the group of celebrities that was so composed moments ago began to shove and jostle their way toward the exit.

“You never get drunk?” The ladies in front of us cheered. “Kenny! Kenny! Kenny” Fuck!

"CHEERS!" Everyone clinks their glasses of wine, champagne, whiskey and beer together and drinks. "Yesterday is what I would call an immense success." Tara smiles, finishing her drink in the glass. Raya nods. "Even though a particular sob which we all know tried to disrupt it but it didn't work. "What do you mean by sob?" A naive staff asks, looking at Raya like she's from another continent. "Sons of bitches." She winks at her and some people laugh.

The crew gathered around, their eager faces lit up with joy. “Cheers to more wins!” The rest of the team echoed, lifting their glasses in unison and clattering them together with a satisfying sound. As the night unfolded, laughter filled the space, and Clara found herself swept up in the festivity. After a moment's hesitation, her friends coaxed her into accepting a playful dare: downing five shots of tequila in one go. Clara frowned as she stared at the five small glasses lined up before her, the clear liquid shimmering under the dim lights.

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Then I started my cheer. “F-U-C-K, that's what we should do today!” I cheered. “You are too cute, you freaking rock! I want to feel that giant cock! W-E-T, that is what you do to me! You got me moist, that's pretty hot! I want your dick in my pink twat! So Jace, put that meat inside my pie! This cheerleader, she ain't no tease! I want that cock in my pussy! S-E-X-Y, that's...”

“Your name’s in the caption. ‘Local businessman’s café explodes in mocha mayhem.’ Congratulations. You’re a meme.” “I’m going to fire everyone,” Max muttered. “You can’t fire them,” Landon said. “They’re already traumatized. One of the waiters won’t stop twitching every time he hears a milk frother.” Suzi leaned against the arm of the couch, giggling. “You have to admit, it’s kind of iconic.” “I’m not calling an insurance claim over coffee foam and memes,” Max said darkly. “Actually, you are,” Landon replied. “Because the insurance adjuster is on her way, and she says she needs a statement from one of the owners. That’s you, buddy.”