Lure ┬ęC.A. Villeta

It was a dreary night. Her head still throbbed from the three bottles of whisky that she consumed and the depressive air that she was surrounded him. Wrapped in her silk blanket, she stood by the foyer and waited for the sun to rise. A glass of neat vodka was in her hand. The freezing air was blowing her hangover away anyway.
She dared look up at the sun despite it threatening to blind her. The burning sensation calmed her already. Raising her glass, a knowing smirk curled up her lips. “Work is far from over.” She mumbled to herself before downing all the contents of her glass and moving to go inside to prepare for her day. She still had a lot to take care of.


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