Earlier, Linsey had downed several glasses of water, and now, after two minutes of pointless bickering, she found herself desperately needing a bathroom break.

In the end, she waved a white flag. Fine, blame me if it makes you happy.

Collin, smug as ever, replied, Well, it was your fault.

Rolling her eyes in private, Linsey lifted her skirt slightly and hurried off toward the restroom.

At that very moment, Kylee had taken care of her business and happened to be walking toward the restroom too. The sight of Linsey approaching in a hurry sparked a sly idea that quickly took hold.

Spotting a cleaning lady wiping down the mirrors, Kylee called her over, her voice dripping with authority. You there! Come here. I have something for you to do. Once her orders were given, Kylee slipped into the restroom, clearly pleased with herself and determined to get there before Linsey.

Oblivious to everything except her urgent need, Linsey made a beeline for the restroom, completely unaware of Kylee s presence.

Just as relief was in sight, a cleaning lady in uniform stepped directly into her path. Are you planning to use the restroom, miss? the woman asked, blocking her way.

That s right, Linsey replied, ready to enter the restroom only to be stopped again.

With a strong accent and an air of authority, the cleaning lady explained, There s a policy here. Using the restroom requires a fee.

A wave of disbelief washed over Linsey. Never had she imagined that a high-end venue would actually charge for restroom access. The whole thing felt absurd.

With no time to dwell on it, urgency won out. Fine, how much is it? I ll send it to you right now.

Her hand was halfway into her purse when the cleaning lady added a final condition. It s 50 cents per visit, but no transfers. Only cash is accepted.

Frustration bubbled up. Seriously? Now you re just making things impossible! Of course, Linsey hadn t brought any coins to an event like this. Who carries loose change to a fancy gala?

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Desperate, she tried to reason with the janitor, but the woman wouldn t budge, especially with Kylee s earlier warning in the back of her mind.

Having hit a wall, Linsey hurried back to Collin for backup. Hey, do you have 50 cents on you?

His brows rose in confusion before he replied, 50 cents? What do I look like? I don t even carry change, but I could write you a check for $500 billion. Is that enough?

Can we skip the billionaire routine for once? That only made Linsey more aggravated.

She stamped her foot in annoyance. Honestly, who knew a place this fancy would charge for the bathroom? I just need to go, but they won t let me in without cash. Not even an app is good enough.

Amused by the whole scenario, Collin burst out laughing. You re being charged to pee? You must have been tricked.

The thought had crossed Linsey s mind too. Still, she couldn t help but wonder who would go to such trouble at a run-of-the-mill banquet just to mess with her. Confusion lingered as she tried to puzzle it out.

We ll discuss this another time, Linsey said, brushing off the topic with a wave of her hand. Her voice softened as she pressed her palms together in a pleading gesture. Collin, you re so resourceful surely you can get me some cash, can t you? For original chapters go to f ?dn vel.net

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