Warren Cabello
Getting wasted on this day of my beloved's death anniversary was my usual routine every year on Robb's bar. Robb was Natalie's friend, where Natalie, Francis's wife used to work here as a bartender and playing with bottles to flare. I still love my Diane and my child, Jay. I always do and it pains me that I am still alive.
"Robb, I keep seeing the same boys here for the last few weeks." I watch on the group of girls wearing office attire and few of them had removed a few things just to get sexy or something. "One of them is targeting the other one. I just saw him last night with a girl."
"I'll keep that in mind for my list. Natalie doesn't like it when there are girls who get roofied." Robb offered me a coke instead. I thank him and watch as the familiar woman, maybe at the age of twenty-four or something was pushed to sit down with a woman. She's wearing a polo long sleeve shirt and tight skirt.
"Do you perhaps, accept prostitution here?" I ask him. He gave me a grimacing face.
"No. Of course not." I nodded and watched as the man in the leather jacket and black shirt inside, ask for a drink and slid something there, and offer it to the woman who looked too conscious of her surroundings. The new woman who glowered at her makes her shudder.
Oh, I see what happened. The look on the woman's face was so fragile, innocent. I wonder what's going on. Is she may be in trouble?
"Warren!" Zac smacked me from behind and I turn to him. "So what's up with the decors?" he asked for a drink a non-alcohol drink since his wife Maeve doesn't like it whenever he came home smelled like leaking alcohol.
"Oh, about the designs and other things. It's good. I'll be in New York for a presentation and all. I have to hire an assistant that is willing to travel."
"There are lots out there. Maybe you'll find an assistant and at the same time suitable for you." He grinned and took the ice tea.
I glance at the woman who sipped on her drink and the man sat beside her and started stroking her. But she flinches away and pushes the man or something. She took her things and then left. The man in the leather jacket is arguing to the woman who brought the young woman in raven hair.
"What are you looking at?"
"Just observing a bit." I lifted my coke and sipped on it. "It's Friday. You should be at home."
"It's Friday and I can have time with my friends. Maeve told me so. She's still on the hunt for any possible mistresses."
"Dude, never do that again." He cheated on Maeve many times. Though Maeve knows it, she never spoke about it. Maeve and Zac never had a normal relationship at first. Everything is just arrangements from the start since Zac badly needed a wife.
"I'm not. I never get attracted to anyone but Maeve." He sipped on his ice tea and I glance at the man who left. My phone beeps and I pull it out and glance at it.
"Change plans. Into Francis's house." I told him.
"I thought this was your ritual every year. You aren't drinking alcohol today." Zac noted.
"I'll drink when we get to Francis's."
"Yeah, I'll just see you there then."
I went to the parking lot. Just when I heard small whimpers. I stopped. It seemed like someone is getting raped. I heard the small sobs and I walk toward the trashcans to see the woman pinned on the wall, the leather jacket man is kissing her all over and even ripped her shirt and skirt.
"Stop." She muttered getting all unconscious. He practically put a drug on it. She couldn't fight and her body almost dropped but he took her. I walk toward them and kicked the guy on the head.
"What the fuck?!" he glowered at me.
"I've been watching you." He pulled out something from his jacket. A jackknife and flip it. "You drugged her. Didn't you?"
"You stay away from me and my girlfriend. This isn't your business."
"OH, no it's not. But that woman isn't your girlfriend. Do you even know her name?"
"Stay away fucker!"
"Warren!" Zac calls out and stopped. "You got a business there."
"Help me out. I think she's drugged. Check her vitals or something."
"But—"
"Zac, she almost got raped. It will shatter her. Surely." I pull out my phone and the guy attacked me, I manage to push him and just let the knife cut me on my forearm. I punch him hard on the face and called for the police.
"She's unconscious," Zac announced. "Miss?" A bouncer from Robb's bar came and pick the guy. I remove my jacket and put it on her.
"We need to bring her to the hospital," I told him.
"Sure." Just when the police came who is just nearby probably patrolling, we give a few statements and give our identification as he scribbled it.
We get to the hospital and we were told that she will soon regain her strength once the fluids that she intake leave her body. I let Zac go since he had a family to take care of. I watch her sleep on the sofa. I couldn't leave her. Maybe because I was too empathetic. I check her purse and profile case to see her identification.
I understand that she's been hunting jobs. The information that caught me is that she sent a resume to my office as a business assistant. Her credentials are good and she speaks English fluently.
Anna Rose Tore Valez.