The muffled sound of a voice came through the phone, accompanied by loud music and the hubbub of a crowd.

Camila could hardly make out what Drew was saying, only catching him repeatedly apologizing.

"Drew, are you drunk? Where are you right now?" Camila immediately asked, recognizing his condition.

"Camila, just listen to me." Drew's voice suddenly became agitated.

"I'm really sorry." Drew's voice carried a hint of tears.

Soon, someone else took the phone. "Are you this guy's family? He's plastered and won't leave. Come pick him up." "Okay, send me the address." Camila responded promptly. After she hung up the phone, the address was sent to her. The address near Craig's workplace, so she called him.

"Craig, my cousin's at a bar near your office and he's getting drunk. I'm going to pick him up, and I might need some help." "No problem. Just send me the address," Craig immediately responded.

"Thanks." Camila grabbed her bag and rushed out.

was slumped over a table, surrounded by disarray. Camila hurried over and supported him. "Drew,

faint smile appearing

get him to my place

helped Drew out of the bar and hailed

kept talking,

turned to look at him. Suddenly, Drew vomited, splattering Camila. She froze, staring down

and exclaimed, "Don't throw up

quickly handed her

on the verge of breaking down as

arrived at Belleview

John supported Drew while Camila, holding back nausea,

cityscape visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows, all spoke of opulence.

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