Using an influential businessman

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The next morning, Sasha woke up and was greeted with a throbbing headache.

“Ah!” She exclaimed and placed her hands on her head.

When the headache subsided, she looked and saw that she was in her room. “How did I get here?” She wondered, looking around. She tried to remember all that happened, but she couldn't. She realized she must have drank a lot.

The door to her room opened and Annabel walked in with a tray of soup. “You're awake.” Annabel smiled.

“Yeah,” She answered as Annabel dropped the tray on the bed and gestured for her to take it.

“It's hangover soup. You'll need it.” Annabel smiled.

Sasha sighed. “How did I get home?” She asked, taking a spoon of the soup.

“Ashton brought you home.” Annabel answered and Sasha gasped, spewing the soup.

“What!” She exclaimed. “Ashton? Tell me you're joking?”

Annabel folded her hands. “Do I look like I'm joking?” Annabel frowned. “How could you go to a bar and get yourself drunk to the extent of not remembering anything? And you even wen