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RACHEL

The patio smells like mint and cigarette smoke, ruining the afternoon breeze which is supposed to be spilling in.

Zip leans back in her chair, legs stretched out like the billionaire woman that she is. She inspects her nails, her tone bored.

“I told him if the car doesn't scream custom, don't even bother parking it outside my house