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Back at the warehouse, Aida's head was bent; she had fallen asleep.

Faila walked into the room. In her hand was a cup of cold water, which she emptied on Aida.

Aida woke up, shaking her head as the cold water made its way into her back.

"Good morning, Miss Aida," Faila pinched her cheek. "I do hope you enjoyed your night."

"Faila! You've gone mad! Let me go!"

"Care for a drink?" Faila pointed at the mini table that had a bottle of nonalcoholic wine and two glasses.

"I don't want your stupid drink; all I want is to be freed." Aida retorted.

"We'll have a drink first, then we'll talk about your freedom after." Faila moved over to the table. She picked up the bottle, opened it, and poured wine into each glass. She picked them up and walked over to Aida.

"Take it," Faila thrust the glass in her direction. "Oh wait, you're tied up." She lifted the glass and emptied it on Aida.

"Faila!"