The two door attendants were so adamant about not letting me in, so I had no choice but to dial Ryan’s number.
I already accepted the fact that he might not pick up my call, but surprising enough, he picked up immediately.
“What do you want?” he said in a cold Montone voice, which flustered me a little bit.
"Uhm." I started trying to figure out how to arrange my words.
"Eliza, I have work to do,” he said impatiently.
"Well, I am in front of this bar; it's called the Verr Royce bar," I started.
“So what's the problem?” he asked.
"Well, they did not let me in because I was not invited, so I was hoping you could help,” I asked nervously.
“Why would you go to a place you were not invited to? Are you begging to be embarrassed?" he asked, and I could tell that he was amused by my situati
