Sarah could hardly stand it. The wind outside was very cold. She only wore a super-mini skirt. Her slender legs were bare. The wind blew, making her get goosebumps.
She opened the door at once and went in.
There was silent outside, and when the door was opened, the deafening sound of a DJ pricked the eardrum.
Sarah covered her ears, walking in the bar with the address that Anne Talbot told her.
When Sarah found Anne, Anne held a mask and wine. It seemed that she was going to send the wine to the guests.
She hurriedly called her, "Anne." Anne heard, turned around, and saw a very pure and beautiful face.
It was Sarah. Anne put down the things, said with smile, "Hi, Sarah."
Anne had known the situation that Sarah was extremely short of money.
It was a quick buck to work here, so she asked her to try it.
"What should I do? I need to send wine, too?"
Sarah saw Anne hold the wine just now, and asked anxiously.
Anne took a look at Sarah up and down. Immediately found a coat, said with some depression, "Why are you wearing so little? I didn't ask you to sell yourself. You're my friend. How could I ask you to do that?"
This was probably the only way that someone could think of to make a quick buck when they came to the bar.
Putting on the coat, Sarah paused with confuse, "And then what should I do? How do I get 42,000 dollars? I only have three days. In three days, I must raise 42,000 dollars."
Time waits for no one. She was freaking out now.
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