Laura was the owner at a very exclusive night club.  She had a long, lucrative night, but it was morning now.  The dance floor was empty, the chairs had been placed on the tables, and the the rest of the staff had gone home.  She should be home, too. But you can get anything at any time in The City.  Especially if you’re Augustus Sizemore.  So she opened up and brought them a bottle of champagne.  She poured herself for the CEO and his guest.  She marveled at how prettily it sparkled in the new day’s sunlight.  They clinked glasses.

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