- Do you think he has a mistress? And can it be the blonde in the middle of pole dancing? – I asked, now even more curious.
- Cindy? He shook his head. – Well, Heitor Casanova is engaged. And the probability of you finding his bride in Babylon is almost zero. But of all his cases, Cindy is the most serious.
- The cases? Well, I'd heard about his hot cocksucker syndrome. But that Cindy girl treated me like she was the real owner of everything, believe me.
- I don't know how you got to Mr. Casanova... Honestly, this is very difficult. But Cindy really acts like she owns everything. She knows the appreciation the boss has for her.
- And the bride?
- Well, I don't know anything about her. G****e can tell you something.
- Cindy is the middle dancer of pole dance, right?
- Herself. But we don't talk much. She is treated almost like a celebrity by everyone. And it doesn't mix with the Babylonian officials, even if it is one. Like I said, she's the fucking owner's doll. I'm just the bartender.
- Cindy is a call girl? Do you think Mr. Casanova pays for it?
He laughed:
- Honestly, I don't know. And I don't think anyone knows. Although everyone knows about their affair, they are discreet about the rest.
- And has he slept with other girls at the club? Like... The ones that dance in the glass boxes?
- I don't know. He shrugged, confused. – Why your interest in Heitor Casanova and his mistresses?
- I... I don't have any interest... I just found him extremely... How can I say ? Idiot.
- Asshole is not exactly an offense to him.
- I called him a disqualified asshole... To his face.
He laughed:
- Did you say that to him? My God, how dare you?
- He sent me to the street... No return ticket. He laughed, shaking his head. “And all because I wanted to pee… That's all.
- "Disqualified Asshole". What would be “disqualified”?
- Ordinary, bad, bastard... Disgusting, miserable, despicable...
- I need to write this down, in case someone curses me like that someday. For me, disqualified was nothing more than someone who was not classified. – He laughed amusedly.
- I thought anyone knew what "disqualified" meant as an offense. - I was confused.
- I think Mr. Casanova doesn't know what these six very bad things mean secretly. He must think he hasn't been classified... That's all.
We started to laugh.
The app driver trip has never been so fun and interesting. We talked about several things. He even took my phone to help if he knew about jobs, as he took different people to different places so he was always on top of everything.
As soon as I got out in front of the building where I lived, it was already night.
I pressed the elevator button, just hoping it might be working. But it wasn't.
I climbed the stairs, almost crawling I was so tired. My legs still hurt from last night.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw Ben sitting on the couch with a bucket of popcorn and a bottle of red wine. The movie of the time was “Waiting for a Miracle”.
- Movie to cry? I asked, closing the door.
His eyes were bloodshot. I sat next to him and was hugged.
- Ben, what happened? I thought you would be having sex by now.
- It was a perfect night, Babi... And he didn't call me.
- But... It's not even 24 hours yet, Ben. Did he just call right away?
- If he really wanted to, he would have called. In this case “I” would have called already, if I had kept his number. But the bastard just took my phone and didn't give him his.
I sighed:
- Okay, I think you should wait. It's too early to get the call.
- Do you think I'm too clingy?
- Think. I started to laugh as I held him tightly in my arms. “But I love you just the same.
- And you, did you fix yourself?
- Friend, I have a long story to tell...
- And I have time, because I watched this movie about 40 times already. And I'm going to cry... Even though it's the 41st.
- And I know it will be when John Coffey heals the jailer's wife.
I took the remote from the arm of the sofa and turned off the television:
- You will cry when you find out how I got out of Babylon.
He looked at me intently. I started to tell everything that had happened last night, detailing my visit to my grandmother's house, meeting Ana and ending with Daniel.
When I finished, a long time later, he said:
- Babi... Did you meet Heitor Casanova? Shake me because I'm sick, friend.
I started fanning him with my hands, laughing.
- Now tell me a detail: is he as handsome as he seems to be in the media?
- I... I didn't find anything special. Not my type, honestly.
- And what's your type, Babi?
- Men... Real? I wrinkled my forehead.
- Okay, the blonde in the middle who rolls on the pole takes the best-known CEO of Noriah Norte, being his lover... Or in this case, “one” of the lovers.
- You summed it all up in one little sentence. And the idiot kicked me out... Since I just wanted to pee.
- How would he know you just wanted to pee, friend?
- Ben, I don't want to talk about the disqualified CEO and the pole dancing blonde. I want to know about your cat... How was the night? Tell me everything and hide nothing from me.
- Babi, I'm almost unable to sit down. You have no idea of the size of the man... And everything in him. – he joked .
- Yes, I have. When I saw him kissing you, I thought, "Fuck, he's going to destroy my Ben."
- His body was all hard... Pure muscles . He almost had to spoon me together... Because I melted.
- Now give it time. It must have been good for him too. And the man must be well resolved, or he wouldn't have kissed you in front of everyone at the most famous nightclub in the country. He will call.
- I hope you're right, Babi.
- Where is Salma?
- He left early. Said he had some things to take care of. Then he would go to work.
- I'm going to take a shower... And sleep. I'm turned into a human rag... - I said, heading straight for the bathroom.
It was six o'clock in the morning when my phone rang on Monday.
"Hello..." I said, still in a sleepy voice, not recognizing the number.
- Hello, Baby.
- Who is talking? - I sat on the bed.
- The love of your life... But you still don't know that.
- Ben? I asked, bewildered.
- So there's already someone taking my place? Tell Ben I'm going to kill him.
- Who the fuck is talking? I'll go to the police and have the number traced. You will be arrested for threat and...
- Baby, it's me, Daniel.
I was thoughtful a little, trying to get my thoughts in order at this time of the morning.
- You... Don't sleep... Don't you live?
- I'm almost a vampire. - He laughed. – I just got out of Babylon… I think it must be my fifth shift.
- So tell me what makes you call me at this time, Mr Worker...
- I have a friend who works in an expensive restaurant, one of the most sought after by the rich in Noriah North.
- Hmm... And are you going to invite me to have dinner there with you, entering through the back door?
"Well… I want to go in the back door with you, yes…" he laughed. – But I think it's too early for that, Bárbara Novaes. We haven't even walked through the front door yet...
- Daniel, you're a cheeky one. I think your "love" is not so lucky.
- Oh, I can bet you do, Babi. But I didn't call to talk about her. I'm calling because there's a vacancy there.
- I don't know how to cook... Nor wait tables... Nor...
- The vacancy is in marketing, Barbara. You talk too much... I'm driving, so I'm in a bit of a hurry.
- That can give you a fine... I will never accept you as my driver again.
- Didn't I say you talk too much?
- I'm intrigued by one thing: how do you know my last name and that I have a degree in Marketing and Advertising? I didn't talk to you about it.
- Social networks... So simple and so enlightening.
- I haven't updated my social media for a good few years.
- But there is your last name and education. Enough for this special being and completely in love with you, which in this case is me, to want to help you.
- Liar and Convinced.
- Not calling me “disqualified” is the bill. Because within this word contains exactly “six” swear words.
I took a notepad and a pen:
- Address and time of the interview.
- You will speak directly with the owner of the restaurant. That's why you'll have to be there at eight o'clock. Enter the employee area and say you're going for the interview. You have a good indication. – He gave me the necessary data.
- Daniel, thank you!
- As far as I know the owner is not very nice. So, strive to be humble and hold back your words.
- And I'm not? Like this?
- I need to hang up, Baby. I am driving. And don't make up to call the man any bad word, in case he says "no" to you.
- I'm not that type... I would never do that. It's clear you don't know me, Daniel.
- Then give me the opportunity to meet her, Babi... The woman who drinks chocolate beer with pepper, followed by cherry, ending with mint in less than thirty minutes, exactly in that order.
- No! I... You like someone else. I tried to understand what was going on in his head.
- I can dislike immediately.
- I don't want and I won't get involved with anyone, Daniel.
- Hypotheses, Babi... Only hypotheses. Have a nice day and let me know how it went.
- Okay... Thanks again.
I went to the bathroom, taking advantage of not having to wait in line, since Salma must have been sleeping, because she arrived at dawn and Ben still hadn't woken up for work.
Life's dream of consumption: not having to wake up before everyone else to use the shower or not having to stand in line waiting for my turn.
I made coffee and had it with Ben before he left. And the boy still hadn't called him, and he was still devastated. My friend had a habit of falling in love with every man who crossed his path and it made him suffer, most of the time. He never had anyone who was willing to take on a real relationship. And that's all he wanted: someone to love, to share the good moments of life, go to the movies, watch movies with popcorn at home, walk in the square holding hands and dream together.
I think I was the only crazy person who didn't have that as a goal in life: to find someone to be happy with.
My life goal was to completely heal the wounds that were finally starting to heal. And how I wish I could erase the past so it wouldn't make me so scared about relationships.
The Restaurant that Daniel indicated to me was located in the most upscale area of the capital. A place without much movement, completely away from the commercial part. There was only one other restaurant in that area, of the same style.I put on a strapless dress, sober, in a dark gray blend, not too tight or too loose. On top, a black blazer, with pumps in the same color. I looked like a serious and trustworthy woman. In fact, I didn't seem... I was a serious and reliable woman. Except for the fact that she was wearing a strapless top, which no one would know about, since the coat completely harmonized her job-hunting look.At the restaurant's main entrance, there were two valets, who received the cars and took them to I don't know where, since there was none parked nearby. There was certainly a private parking lot for customers.The place wasn't very big, but it had huge glass windows and dim lighting inside. There didn't seem to be many people there at that time.But going in from
The door opened and Ben threw himself on us.- Your bones hurt, you skinny guy. - I complained.- What are you talking about and why are you here without me? They can't keep secrets from Benjamin. He lay on my other side.- We're not telling our secrets, Ben. Salma is saying she's going to get rich and make money without doing anything.He raised his head and looked at our friend:- Are you going to try your luck at the lottery?I started to laugh:- I asked the same thing.- That's not it. - She smiled mysteriously.- Don't be silly, Salma. – I warned.- Nonsense? Isn't sex wonderful? Have you ever thought about making money and having sex at the same time?- Are you going to become a call girl, a sex worker or something? Ben sat on the bed. – Tell me everything, friend... Do you have a vacancy for me?- You fools. - I complained.- Not exactly. Once it works, I'll let you know. After all, it won't be very easy.- Need help from these crazy friends of yours? – Ben asked.- Maybe you
- Barbara Novaes.He wore a white shirt. The blazer was over the back of the chair. He was blond, fair-skinned and well -bearded , which made him incredibly seductive. His eyes were blue and his gaze was deep.- I read your resume.- I am happy to know.- You still haven't worked in large companies, have you?- No not yet. But it's what I want most.- I'll ask you some questions. Can you answer me honestly?- Certainly.- What do you know about Perrone?- Want sincerity?- Please...- Practically nothing. Unless you're new to Noriah North and you're a branch.- What do you know about wines?- Which are very good... And one of my favorite drinks. But after the flavored draft beer I tasted last week, it's no longer number one on my list.- Flavored draft beer is not even close to what we manufacture. - He smiled.- I know... I'm sorry.- I asked for sincerity. If you must know, we're doing fine. So far no one has been so sincere.Excellent. For a moment I thought I had ruined everything
- He's a piece of bad way. I looked at Ben, trying not to stare at the unknown.- And you're very decided, friend. - He laughed. – Maybe your oral sex is there… You don't know, do you?I sighed:- Having sex with a stranger?- I want? Do an interview first? Don't be covered up, Babi. You are no longer a child. And listen to what I say: sex is sex.- You know I only did that with Jardel... And I'm almost a virgin from so long without doing it after he died. So if I say I'm not insecure, I'd be lying. I don't even know about the art of conquest anymore.- Nothing has changed, friend. You look at him, he at you... And if he doesn't come, you go to him.- Well, in my day the woman didn't go to the man.- Past, baby. It doesn't exist anymore. Those interested to play. If you don't go, there are others who will... Even I would go to that horny if I wasn't your best friend. Ben looked at him and blew him a kiss.The man smiled and raised his glass again.I looked away from his, which was pra
Without purse, money, cell phone, credit card that I didn't even use and with my dignity and self-esteem on the sole of my foot, I walked for 45 minutes until I got home.I don't even know how I got up the stairs, because I took a step forward and two steps back, trying to throw myself down the step, hoping to die in a fall of less than a meter.I opened the door and fell onto the couch. Salma still looked awful and pale. Ben didn't know what a bad mood, sadness or depression was. His face was always one of joy and even when the worst happened, he laughed at himself and carried on as if nothing had happened. I wish I had an ounce of his self-confidence.They were having breakfast. Salma was still wearing her dressing gown, as if she hadn't spent the night with it.- So how was it? Did he do oral? – Ben asked.- Did you come? - Salma widened her eyes, curious.- Did you need a spoon? - Ben got up.- I came... Maybe five times... I came like I had never come before. - I spoke.- Do you
I got up early the next morning to go to Perrone to look for Sebastian. I needed the employment card he'd given me.When I got to the bathroom, Salma was vomiting. I held her hair, trying to help.As soon as she got it all out, I asked:- You're going to the doctor today, aren't you?- Yes... I said yes. – Confirmed.- I'm worried about you.- It's all right... Just a virus. - She went back to the room.I took a quick shower and grabbed a bag, just out of habit, because I didn't have anything to put in it. It had been stolen by an idiot my friends had hired.I opened the door to Salma's room and said:- If you need anything, don't call me. I'm without a cell phone and I don't even know how much I'll have one again. Let Ben know.- OK. - She went back to sleep.I closed the door and when I arrived in the living room, Ben was sitting on the couch, tidy.- Where you go? I asked.- With you.- Ben... You don't have to go with me.- Yes, I do. You don't have a cell phone and you don't have
- It's not a dream... Bon Jovi will play in Noriah North. I started jumping on the couch madly.The two looked at the television.It advertised a Bon Jovi concert in Noriah North that would take place in seven months. It said that people should hurry, as tickets could sell out soon.The two hugged me, pulling me off the couch:- Bon Jovi comes and we don't have a sofa? No way. - Salma complained, while fixing the fabric that was wrinkled.- Ben, give me your number, now.Yes, I memorized the number. I called immediately and asked for prices. I turned it off, disappointed, sitting down on the couch again.- What there was? It was not true? Did we have a vision, all at the same time? Bon Jovi died of old age? - Ben provoked me.- No... It wasn't a collective dream. But anyway, I'm not even going to get excited.- What the fuck happened? – Salma asked.- The ticket in the back, where you can only see it from the big screen, because it will be so far away that even an ant would be bigger,
I took the Bon Jovi concert ticket out of the envelope and screamed desperately. They both hugged me tightly and I couldn't resist tears.- You are the best friends anyone can have in life. And now I know that God took my mother away, but left angels in her place.- Ah, Babi, I have nothing of an angel. – Salma let go of us.- I'm a little angel... Beautiful and wonderful. Ben blinked his eyes repeatedly.- Guys... I'm going to the Bon Jovi concert. I screamed and jumped until I got tired, with the two of them looking at me like I wasn't a normal person.Ben's phone rang and I stood there, kissing the ticket over and over again.- If you drool over the paper, you won't go to the show. - Salma sat on the couch.- Next, friends: the Síndico asked to stop the screaming, or we will get a fine. – Ben said as he hung up the phone.- And I'm going to fine the landlord for not making the fucking elevator work. - I spoke. “I can't remember the last time I was so happy in my life. - I looked at