Meanwhile, Oscar, who had left his place for a while, approached Miranda slowly. She turned around and was surprised to see him again; He had believed that, after being thrown out, he would never see him again.
"Hello, Miranda, it's me again," Oscar said with a smile that tried to disarm the moment.
"Wow... I thought I wouldn't see you here again after what happened," she responded, her voice trembling slightly between surprise and curiosity.
—That's what I thought. But I remembered that I have a job here. You know, I'm a bartender. Yesterday they gave me a new place.
-Oh really? "That sounds fantastic..." Miranda said, feeling a spark of excitement in her chest. But reality quickly hit his mind. But... we shouldn't be talking. We should get back to work. I tell you this so that you don't end up like yesterday.
The seriousness in his tone was undeniable, but inside, Miranda was fighting a torrent of conflicting desires. I wanted to talk to Oscar; There was something intriguing about him that I couldn't ignore. However, Thomas Brown's warnings echoed in his mind like a menacing echo.
Oscar noticed the change in her expression and his voice softened:
—Hey, listen to me, I just want to meet you. Is your boss bothering you? —Oscar asked, his tone serious but laden with empathy.
Miranda noticed Jhon Bell's penetrating gaze from afar. His heart raced and, without a second thought, he turned around and started to walk away.
"Wait, Miranda," Oscar stopped her, extending his hand toward her. You noticed, right? I also noticed that that man is watching us. He will surely come to claim me.
Miranda felt cold sweat on her forehead.
—I already understood that you are definitely not well. "There's something here that doesn't make you happy," Oscar said with palpable urgency. Give me an address where I can see you. Here it will be impossible to speak calmly.
She looked him in the eyes; there was a spark of hope mixed with fear. Could I trust him?
"I don't know if..." he started to say, but the words choked on him. The thought of talking to someone who seemed genuinely concerned about your well-being was tempting.
Oscar moved a little closer, almost as if he could read her thoughts:
"I just want to make sure you're okay." You don't have to be afraid with me.
Miranda finally whispered an address to Oscar before quickly leaving. He felt immediate relief, watching her walk away with a mixture of admiration and concern.
Just then, John Bell appeared out of nowhere, placing his hand on Oscar's shoulder and turning him around aggressively.
—What the hell is wrong with you? Don't you understand with words? "I told you clearly that the girl belongs to the boss," Jhon roared, his voice full of menace.
Oscar took a deep breath, trying to stay calm as he felt the pressure on his shoulder.
—Hey, relax. I'm working for your boss. "I'm not doing anything wrong, I was just talking to her," Oscar replied, his tone firm. By the way, I don't see your boss anywhere. Does he own it? No one is going to stop me from talking to Miranda.
Jhon looked at him with disdain, his eyes sparkling with anger.
—Do you want me to take you out of this place like yesterday? Or do you prefer to obey? —John said, his voice resonating with palpable menace.
Oscar just smiled defiantly, feeling the adrenaline begin to bubble inside him. He knew he could knock him out at any time, but that wasn't his style. His representative had warned him not to attract attention.
Just at that moment, Thomas Brown appeared, in his elegant black suit and a white tie with red bands that contrasted with his authoritarian aura. Jhon noticed his presence and looked at him as he approached.
"I'm Thomas Brown, and this is my club," Thomas said seriously. So you're the bartender we hired. I usually don't pay attention to bartenders.
Oscar kept his gaze fixed on Thomas, he noticed that he was already a guy of considerable age, with some gray hair standing out on his head.
"My man here tells me you want to talk to Miranda," Thomas continued, his eyes fixed on Oscar. The words you want to say to her, you can swallow them or save them for another girl. No one can approach her without my permission.
Oscar felt a chill run down his spine, but he was not going to be intimidated.
—I don't want problems... I just want to talk to her. "She seems like a good girl to me... She doesn't seem to be happy with her current situation," Oscar exclaimed, his voice firm.
—But what are you saying, boy? —said Thomas mockingly, letting out a contemptuous laugh—. You don't know Miranda in the slightest. You're fired. I don't want to see you step foot in my club again. Not at all... —He stood face to face with Oscar, his eyes challenging as if he were seeking to weaken him—to see you approach Miranda.
The tension was palpable; The air seemed electrified as Oscar and Thomas kept their gazes fixed, as if time had stopped.
"Get out of here," Thomas said disdainfully.
Oscar walked slowly towards the exit of the club, each step resounding like an echo in his mind. However, he held his head high. A part of him was happy; He already had Miranda's address and, although he had been kicked out, it didn't matter so much to him.
As he walked out, a mix of emotions washed over him: frustration at the confrontation, but also a spark of hope. The idea of being able to talk to Miranda gave him strength.
Miranda watched with pity as Oscar was kicked out. A knot formed in his stomach; something about him seemed different.
—I want you to be attentive, keep an eye on him, understand? —Brown said to Jhon, his authoritative tone echoing in the air.
"Okay," Jhon responded, without questioning.
Once Oscar left the club, Thomas Brown approached Miranda with unsettling confidence. She couldn't help but feel uncomfortable as he approached.
Finally, he stopped in front of her, his eyes searching for something she wasn't willing to give. He tried to kiss her, but Miranda turned her face away, a wave of displeasure running through her body. Thomas, however, did not stop; He ended up kissing her neck with a force that made her feel vulnerable.
—Please, stop. "I don't feel comfortable," Miranda told him, her voice shaking slightly.
-That? What happens? Are you acting like this because I kicked that guy out of here? Thomas said, his annoyance palpable. I hope it doesn't appear here again; If he does, I'll put him in a coffin.
The man exclaimed before leaving for his room, leaving Miranda alone with her thoughts. A sigh escaped her lips as the music and bustle of the place seemed to fade before her. It was like I was trapped in a bubble where everything became blurry and distant.
"I can't go on like this," he thought. Helplessness invaded her; I knew I couldn't do anything about it. But giving up was not an option. So he decided to keep working, although every movement reminded him of what he still had to face.