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Fine. She wasn't going back. Screw Xavier Grayson. Screw all the troubles. They could all go to hell—tonight, she was drinking until she couldn't stand.

They'd arrived early, just as the bar was opening.

They found a good spot and ordered quite a bit of alcohol. Nora Fatehi said nothing—just picked up her glass and started drinking.

Chloe Bishop joined her