Demanding Results

Rachel

The woman looked me up and down, and for a moment, I thought she would say a firm no, but she surprised me by returning my smile and responding with the same enthusiasm.

"Hello! It's a pleasure to see you here again," she said, seemingly sincere. "I hope you're doing well, girl."

Ah, so she remembers that night perfectly.

"Rachel. My name is Rachel," I extended my hand for a handshake.

"I'm Bruna," she accepted the handshake, squeezing my hand warmly.

"Can we talk for a bit?"

Bruna nodded with a serious look, indicating that she was willing to talk. I introduced her to Sarah, and she invited us to a small lounge in the corridor near the bathrooms.

As I had suspected, Bruna confirmed that she noticed I wasn't just under the influence of alcohol that night.

"I realized that your friend was trying to get you drunk. She was acting strangely and put something in your drink when you weren't looking."

My eyes widened with surprise, and Sarah's eyes grew even larger than mine. I had no