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tension and emotion. The few patrons glanced at each
other, puzzled and uncomfortable; the trumpet solo now
a distant background to the unfolding drama.
The woman's voice trembled with anger as she
gestured around the nearly empty club. Then, leaning on
the bar top like a crouching tiger, not a foot away from
Thomas's face, she spat out in English, “Nobody here!
This is dead! Your familia alive!”
With that, she slammed her fist on the bar and
clomped back up the steps. Thomas took off after her.
Ten minutes later, he returned alone.
He approached me, a forced smile plastered on his
face. "Apologies for the interruption," he said, his voice
weary. "Family matters. Always… complicated."
But his eyes held a flicker of something more, a hint
of fear, a shadow of doubt. What had transpired
upstairs? What secrets lurked behind the closed doors of
the family quarters?
“Two weeks?” He said.
“Sure,” I shrugged, flabbergasted.
“Starting tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow. Sure.”
“Deal.”
Taking a risk can be a gamble, but this time, it paid
off big time. On only the second night, a TV star,
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