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Chapter 52 Jonah Lopes Is Our Guest
Author: Anderson José
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After the literary exhibition, Elaine invited everyone to celebrate in a “tavern” Downtown. The bar was an elegant social club that served drinks and snacks, nothing compared to the substandard bars Matthew knew from Lion’s Den.

As they entered, this was a strange feeling Matthew had. The club was well crafted with wooden furniture and shelves of bottles of the most varied drinks. Bartenders and mixologists worked while waiters in black vests and bow ties served customers. The Gibraltar Club was not a place for rowdiness, loud music, and drunken fights.

At the large, round table where Elaine, Matthew, Augusto, and Brennon were, Negroni, Gin and tonic, Scotch highball and Aperol Spritz were served.

“Cheers, guys! To the best interns I had the privilege of working with!” Elaine exclaims.

“Cheers!” Everyone toasts, making glasses clink.

Matthew felt wonderful and fulfilled. Here he was, enjoying yet another achievement, and unlocking another level of his life. The prices of the drinks ch
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