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“Well then,” she drawled, “if that’s all you have to say.”
She found a seat near the exit and settled in. “Thanks for the assist, by the way.”
She wasn't oblivious; she recognized his veiled support and offered a quiet word of gratitude. The bartender
wheeled in a cart loaded with booze, and Gerry stepped forward to verify the number.
Dolores, ever perceptive, felt a surge of unease. The woman she instinctively disliked from the very beginning
was now a confirmed threat.
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Her sharp eyes caught Marlin staring intently at Norah, a look she had never seen him direct at another woman.
“Thirty-two bottles in total,” Gerry announced, setting down the cart. “Ten of them red wine.”
“Sounds good,” Marlin muttered, adjusting his collar self-consciously.
“Today is Dolores’ birthday, everyone. Let's have a good time. This one’s on me.”
A murmur of appreciation rippled through the room.
The atmosphere shifted, a wave of sycophancy washing over Marlin. “Marlin, you're too generous!” one
exclaimed. “Dolores, you're a lucky woman to have a boyfriend like him.”
“Seriously,” another chimed in, “I envy you, Dolores.”
Dolores basked in the praise. This was what she craved — the admiration, the envy. It was the sole reason she
was with Marlin: a trophy to flaunt, a status symbol.
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Norah sat alone, an island in a sea of revelry. No one approached her, and no one offered her conversation.
Gerry, however, took pity on her isolation.
“Miss Wilson,” he offered kindly, “why not join the fun? Have a drink?”
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Dolores, feigning graciousness, chimed in, “Of course, Miss Wilson! Since you're close with Marlin’s dad, you're
welchere. Come, have a drink.”
Her voice dripped with veiled condescension as she addressed her friend. “That bottle costs thirty thousand
dollars, you know. Be careful not to spill it.”
Her friend's eyes widened in disbelief. “Thirty thousand? | thought it was a few thousand at most!”
Dolores’ triumphant smile stretched across her face. “Naturally, only the finest wine suits Marlin,” she declared.
Her friend's envy was palpable. “Dolores, you're so lucky. | wish | had your life.”
Dolores, despite her newfound luxury, had never encountered such a price tag. Her own monthly salary was a
mere four thousand dollars. Yet, she maintained her facade, a mask of contentment.
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