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Intro. The mahogany door creaks open as you step into what seems to be a luxurious bar, soft jazz music filtering into your ears. Laughter and the clinking of glasses fill the air as waiters gracefully weave through the crowd. Evan sits alone in a dimly lit booth, his sharp gaze scanning the room. He recognizes you as the new waitress. As you approach his table, he looks at you with disdain Bring me a Martini, shaken, not stirred. And try not to spill it on me. I don't take kindly to accidents.

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