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During my commute to work, I spotted tiny beads of fluid sticking to the car's windows. Upon inspection, I found them to be slightly tacky and emitting a subtle fruity aroma.
Puzzled, as I never use such products, I phoned my spouse. "Have you spritzed some sort of air freshener in the Porsche? There's an odd fruit-like smell."
He paused briefly before responding with a seemingly honest explanation. "You know that class reunion I attended? Well, one of my pals had too much to drink and got sick in the vehicle. I didn't want to upset you, so I used some fragrance to mask the odor."
After ending the call, I grabbed a rag and cleaned the car windows thoroughly.
On the seat next to me, I noticed two golden, curly strands of hair caught in the sticky substance.
I sighed and shook my head. Hmph. His "friend" appeared to be more attractive than myself.

Lipstick Stains and Blonde Lies

The tumult in the chamber eventually died down, and the assault ceased. Miguel seized this opportunity to immediately contact law enforcement.


Unbeknownst to him, I had already arranged for the hotel to disable the corridor surveillance. The cameras within the room were positioned just so, avoiding capture of any spectators who had joined the melee.


When the security personnel informed me of the police report, I swiftly terminated the live broadcast and began ushering out the enraged families of patients inside.


As the throng dispersed, Miguel, seething with anger, snatched the phone and rang the hotel reception. His voice was laden with rage, "What sort of security operation are you running? Where's your supervisor? Tell them to come here at once!"


"Shall I take legal action? I'll ensure this establishment goes under!"


"This isn't the end! Send your manager to my room immediately!"


Chapter 8