Discovering the truth
**Sarah**
After several discussions, Rachel followed my suggestion and decided to put the apartment up for sale. However, the real estate agent warned us that it wouldn't be as quick or easy to sell as we had imagined. A week had passed, which was the final deadline given by the loan shark, and we were becoming increasingly desperate.
We needed at least the amount of the interest, which was not a small sum, and I had no idea how we would raise that money in such a short time. I had been looking for a job for the past few days, but I haven't received any response. Moreover, the money we had saved in our accounts wouldn't be enough to pay the loan shark's interest, and I was on the verge of a breakdown.
I thought about reaching out to the family's former lawyer and begging for his help, but Rachel refused to even mention his name, and I agreed that I wouldn't have the courage to face him again.
Now we were sitting in our small living room. I had my notebook out, searching for job openings, while Rachel was browsing her social media and commenting on some acquaintances' posts.
"You should be looking for a job instead of wasting time on other people's lives," I said, feeling upset that she wasn't putting effort into finding some work.
"And I am!" she replied.
"Looking at social media?" I asked incredulously.
"I think I should find a millionaire, make him fall in love with me, and solve all our problems," she said, still focused on her phone screen, a smile on her lips. "I'm just analyzing the possibilities."
"I can't believe what I'm hearing, Rachel!" I immediately closed my computer and stared at my crazy sister. "Life isn't just about that. You can't think that way."
"Don't you agree that this is much easier than getting a job?" She insisted, now looking at me. "Since Dad passed away, all you've been doing is looking for a job. And what have you achieved so far?"
"You know what? I give up!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Rachel said as she tried to hug me. "I'm just nervous, that's all."
I remained silent, feeling extremely upset with Rachel.
"I have an idea. Let's go to the nightclub. I'm sure we'll find some answers there," she said, pleading with me and insisting.
Her pleading look and persistence convinced me to do what Rachel wanted so badly. Just over two hours later, we were entering the trendy and extremely luxurious nightclub where Rachel claimed to have drunk to the point of not remembering anything about that night.
Strangely, I felt that something was going to happen that night. But I had no idea what it could be.
**Rachel**
It was a challenge to convince my sister to change her mind, but I've always managed to get Sarah to fulfill my wishes, and now would be no different. Now we were entering the nightclub where I had been with Shirley and ended up falling into a trap. I no longer doubted that there was someone behind this auction story, especially after days of trying to talk to Shirley and her avoiding me.
"I can't believe we'll find anything here, Rachel," my sister, the pessimist, repeated for the thousandth time that night.
"If I didn't suspect that someone is behind all this tragedy that our lives have become, I would say it's all because of your pessimism, Sarah!" I scolded her with irritation.
"Sorry," she quickly apologized, looking embarrassed.
As always, I smiled at Sarah after being rude, and everything was fine between us again. I looked around the nightclub, searching for any detail that could bring back memories of that night, but finding nothing that caught my attention, I walked with my sister to the bar, looking for the closest spot to where I had been before.
"And then?" Sarah asked after a few minutes, staring at the drink in front of us with disgust. "Can you remember anything? Or did we waste our little money in vain?"
I rolled my eyes at Sarah, unable to stand her complaints, on the verge of being rude again when something triggered a memory. Or rather, someone. I looked closely at the woman who approached one of the waitresses, seeming to give some kind of instruction.
“Do you remember her?” Sarah quickly noticed the direction of my gaze.
“Yes! She tried to warn me that night” I confirmed, the memory becoming clearer.
I told Sarah about the situation that happened in the women's restroom, and as soon as the woman finished talking to the waitress, I approached her, pretending to be friendly.
"HI!" I said with great enthusiasm. "How are you? Do you remember me?"
The woman looked me up and down, and for a moment, I thought she would say a firm no, but she surprised me by returning my smile and responding with the same enthusiasm.
"Hello! It's a pleasure to see you here again," she said, seemingly sincere. "I hope you're doing well, girl."
Ah, so she remembers that night perfectly.
"Rachel. My name is Rachel," I extended my hand for a handshake.
"I'm Bruna," she accepted the handshake, squeezing my hand warmly.
"Can we talk for a bit?"
Bruna nodded with a serious look, indicating that she was willing to talk. I introduced her to Sarah, and she invited us to a small lounge in the corridor near the bathrooms.
As I had suspected, Bruna confirmed that she noticed I wasn't just under the influence of alcohol that night.
"I realized that your friend was trying to get you drunk. She was acting strangely and put something in your drink when you weren't looking."
My eyes widened with surprise, and Sarah's eyes grew even larger than mine. I had no idea that Shirley was planning something so sinister. The information hit me like a punch to the stomach. I trusted Shirley, considered her a close friend, and now it was clear that she had ulterior motives.
"I tried to warn you when you went to the bathroom, do you remember?" Bruna continued, her expression showing frustration.
"Why would Shirley do something like this?" Sarah raised the question, her face displaying a mix of disbelief and indignation.
"I think she's working for someone or has some hidden interest in all of this," Bruna replied.
The pieces began to come together in my mind, and a sense of betrayal mixed with determination took over me. I will do anything to find out who is trying to sabotage my life.
“I need to go back to the bar now," Bruna said, getting up hastily. "I have to wait for Arthur's partner to arrive."
"Yes, of course," Sarah was the first to react, while I was still feeling a bit numb.
We returned to the nightclub's main areas, and Bruna accompanied us to the bar, where we continued talking for a few more minutes.
"Mr. Graham has arrived," Bruna said excitedly.
She quickly bid us farewell, and I watched her until I noticed she stopped beside a man I recognized immediately, sparking a certain curiosity in me.
"So, Arthur Rodrigues's partner is Kael Graham?" I started with cynicism.
I glanced at my sister at that moment, even though she could never have the slightest idea of who Kael was, only to see her pale as a ghost, looking in the same direction where Kael and Bruna were now.
"It 's him, Rachel!"
"Him?"
Before Sarah could answer, I put together the last piece of the puzzle.
"The man from the auction."
So, Kael Graham decided to take matters into his own hands for his dear mommy and mess with my life?
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