Claudia and Rock Sayer spent two wild days together.
On the afternoon of the third day, they went to a racing club.
Amid the enthusiastic cheers of Rock Sayer's friends, Claudia confidently showed off her drifting skills.
The moment her helmet clicked shut, the only sound she could hear was her own heartbeat.
She loved the feeling of freedom that came with mastering speed.
Even more, she loved the weightless sensation of being thrown to one side during a drift, as if in that one instant, all her stress and unhappiness were flung far beyond the racetrack.
The setting sun painted the track gold. Dressed in her racing suit, with her hair in a high ponytail, Claudia held her helmet and smiled confidently for a photo.
In that moment, she was the undisputed queen of the racetrack.
That evening, after partying with Rock's friends at a bar, she returned to the hotel to rest.
On the way to her room, Claudia noticed the door to a suite was ajar.
Curious, she peeked inside. York?
She took a second look. Mark?
Claudia, who was a bit tipsy, slipped inside. She saw Mark using a tablecloth to haul Ann onto the large bed. York was cleaning up some glasses. After Mark was done, he picked up a woman's phone from the table and started tinkering with it.
The two men were busy with their separate tasks, whispering to each other from time to time, clearly up to no good.
Claudia tiptoed up behind them and suddenly shouted, "Boo!"
York dropped the glass he was holding, and Mark fumbled his phone.
They both saw Claudia, then looked back at each other.
"What are you guys doing here?" Claudia asked.
Seeing that Claudia was drunk, York's face darkened. He turned to Mark. "You didn't close the door?"
Mark, still rattled, clutched his chest and stammered, "I… uh… I think I was too nervous… I…"

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