People call me one call-girl. Probably because I work in a nightclub and service wealthy businessmen. But my only job is to serve drinks and food to customers. They can also table me to warm their bodies, but I don't agree to touch me or even have a one-night stand with them. In my job, no one knows my real name and identity. As long as you are beautiful, and your complexion is smooth, you can work in that area. I often wear short skirts and crop top blouses with a red horn or hairband on my head. Because that is part of our props and disguise to hide ourselves. Then we will wear colorful wigs so that customers can see us easily. Everyone thought that the people working in the club were dirty. They thought all the employees there were having sex or one-night stands with different types of people. But what they don't know is that we have to work hard to meet our every need in life. For someone like me who is a breadwinner and grew up in a poor family, I had to work just to put myself th
I met Sixto because he was my classmate in high school. He is kind, charming, friendly and respectful person. Many women admire him because apart from being smart, he is different from other men who prefer blind dates or gossiping. He saved my life several times when I was being bullied by students. We have crossed paths numerous times, and he has secretly helped me many times. Occasionally he would pass in front of me, and then he would leave food or a can of juice on my armchair. Maybe because he feels sorry for me, and he knows how poor my family is, so sometimes I come in hungry. However, I never felt insulted by him and I never heard any words from him. Because of his small and simple efforts to me, I can't help but admire someone like him. I can understand why other women likes him and why they admire him. But after we graduated from high school, I never saw him again. I heard that he was studying in a well-known university, while I temporarily stopped studying because I had to w
After I came out of the restroom, I met some policemen going to Sixto's place. They arrested him even though he was unconscious, and they took out the body of a woman while she was covered with a white cloth and on a stretcher. When she passed in front of me, her hand suddenly fell while her blood was dripping on the floor. Because of that, my eyes widened in shock, especially when I saw Sixto being arrested while her hands were handcuffed. So even before they took him with them, I immediately stopped them. “Where do you intend to take him?” I asked them and the two policemen stopped. “Do you know this person? Then come with us to the police station.” A policeman was about to approach me, but I immediately backed away and turned my head. “I-I don't know him.” I stammered in response to them as I turned my back on them and walked away from them. I stopped for a moment when they got him into the car, and I slowly turned to them. “Sorry, Sixto.” The only thing I say about those momen
I looked for that person. The one who framed Sixto and the real culprit or killer of the woman when the incident happened. It wasn't easy for me to find him, especially since I didn't know him very well. I don't know his name, where he lives, or what he really is. But despite my walking, I suddenly stopped when I turned to my right. Where there is a candidate walking there and campaigning as he shakes hands with people. He has many bodyguards with him and behind him is a tall young man. My eyes seemed to narrow as I stared at that young man. His face is familiar to me. His hair was just a different color, but I knew I had seen him before. I suddenly smiled when I remembered who he was or where I had seen that young man before. I can't believe that I will see him here. Furthermore, I've been looking for him for almost five days and I can only find him here. The one day the gangsters gave me, I did not fulfill. Instead, I hid and went far away. But I know they are looking for me and at a
When I regained consciousness, I found myself sitting on a chair with my hands and feet tied, my eyes blindfolded. Just a few moments later, I heard the footsteps of shoes as if he was approaching me. It was gone in a few moments, but I could smell his perfume as if he were close to me. “I know you're awake, and you can hear me now. I won't prolong our conversation any longer, but I want to know what you need from my son and why are you asking him for ten million?” He said, and I seem to understand who the person is in front of me now. So, he heard what we talked about, but he didn't know the reason why I was asking him for ten million. Maybe he thinks that I have bad intentions towards his son, that's why he brought me here and made me his captive. Because of that, I just smiled and laughed. “You still haven't answered what I'm asking you. What do you need from my son, and who are you working for? Did someone else send you to defame me? Answer me.” He added, and I was silent for a m
“Who is that girl, sir? And why is she holding your old calling card?” My secretary was curious about me when we entered my office. I took off my tuxedo and then sat on my swivel chair. “It's a long story. You better adjust my schedule for tonight. I want you to cancel everything because I have something important to attend to later.” After I said that, he just nodded his head and then left my office. I stood up for a moment and went near the glass window with both hands in my pockets. Five years have passed since I met that mysterious woman. I don't know her, and I don't know her real identity either. Instantly, she suddenly appeared in my life and disrupted my quiet life. But in the blink of an eye she also suddenly disappeared, and I don't know what happened to her. It's just that I accidentally overheard the conversation between my father and his bodyguard, where he seemed to have someone watching over him. When they left the office, I carefully entered inside and went to his des
I winced when I noticed the trembling of her hands. I held her knife away from me, and then I pushed her hard behind me towards the table, causing her to quickly move away from me. When I went around her, I happened to pull out a gun, and then I pointed it at her where the knife she was holding was also pointed at me. I gasped staring at her while my blood dripped from my hand that got a wound because of her knife. “Put down what you're holding if you don't want me to leave a hole in your head.” I said to her angrily while she looked at me intently. “I'm not afraid of you. Kill me if it pleases you.” She bravely responded to me, even though I could see in her eyes that she was forced to do it just because of the money. “What do you really want from me? Is your motive really just for money, or maybe you have something else planned for me?” I said that she winced. “Do you still think I'm working in your father's name today? Do you think I'm watching over you for him? I'm here to get
I waited for a few minutes, but I didn't hear any noise from around me. Until I slowly opened my eyes, but I was surprised to notice that she was no longer in front of me. She just put my gun on the table, and suddenly, she disappeared like a bubble. I looked around and realized that the doors were open. I didn't realize that the police had arrived, as well as my personal bodyguard. Instantly, she suddenly disappeared and didn't even say goodbye to me. She didn't leave anything with me, not even her cellphone number. I rushed out of the house to look for her, but she was not there, nor did I see her shadow. Will she come back, or will she accept what I offer to her? I whispered to myself as my personal bodyguard followed behind me and kept asking me if I was okay. I just nodded my head and went back inside my house. From that night, I was never seen her again. I hope that she will come back to me and agree to make a deal with me in exchange for the large amount she is asking me for. I