Alexander chuckled and downed his drink.


    He rubbed the ss and said, "What if I buy both the person and the heart?"


    "The heart?" Brendaughed. "The heart''s the least valuable. If you buy me, the heart''s free."


    Alexander smirked. "Yeah, it''s worthless."


    "Are you talking about love?" Brenda sighed. "For some, love''s a bonus. For others, it''s a burden."


    Alexander stayed silent, pouring himself more drinks.


    Brenda continued, "Love can''t be eaten or spent like money. But for some rich folks, it''s rare and precious."


    "Too much power can be lonely," Brenda remarked.


    Alexander paused, then leaned back, lit a cigarette, and smoked quietly.


    Brenda teased, "Even rich people have their troubles, huh?"


    Alexander sneered, "This ce must be good."


    Brenda agreed, "Of course, or people wouldn''te here."


    Alexander said, "A ce that breeds someone as glib as you."


    Brenda was momentarily stunned but quicklyposed herself.


    "Sorry, I spoke out of turn. I''ll drink as an apology," she said, downing a few sses.


    Alexander didn''t stop her. When she finished, he tossed a card on the table.


    Brenda looked puzzled. "What''s this?"


    Alexander coldly said, "Let''s see if you can drink for three days and nights."


    Brenda panicked, ncing at the card.


    "One million dors," Alexander said.


    Brenda forced a smile. "Alright, I''ll start drinking."


    Alexander watched her.


    Brenda turned on the wall monitor, picked up the mic, and said, "Just drinking is boring. I''ll sing and drink for you." Alexander sipped his drink, saying nothing.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.


    Brenda had good tolerance and was smart. She danced and sang to reduce her drinks.


    Alexander let her be.


    Even with her high tolerance, drinking for three days straight was impossible.


    When Kyle found them the next day, he was surprised. Alexander usually disliked the barmaid at The Cube.


    Now he was partying with one all night. Kyle wondered if he was dreaming or if Alexander was acting out of character.


    He quickly walked over, leaned down, and whispered, "Mr. Kennedy, Walter left yesterday afternoon. Our people saw him board the ne." Alexander toyed with his ss and muttered, "What''s he nning?"


    Kyle was confused. "Mr. Kennedy, you think he agreed too easily?"