Faked Deaths and Broken Minds
The door's passcode is eight sixes.
I tossed my phone aside and returned to the fun. The escorts were trying to serve me wine, and I got a little lost in my ecstasy.
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In my drunken episode, I saw a couple of guys coming toward me, and my eyes lit up. "Mr. Quincy must've spent good money. These are perfect guys."
Sophie raised her head and nodded. "The older one has this refined and reserved air, but the younger one is colder, sharper. Ooh, looks scary, but also handsome. Uh, they look familiar, though."