Chapter Three A Casual Person


    Fabian has made his mind, Salina is this kind of woman who would flow over with money.


    She tries to exin but he’s not listening at all. Besides, it’s shame enough to argue outside his


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    “Please, Fabian, not here...” She asks, or so we called begs. Later then, she even cries, which not


    touches him at all.


    “Let’s talk somewhere else, not here, please, I beg you...” She cries and begs once again.


    He grabs her cheek, “You want me to work with yourpany, then you must please me, right here.”


    His words like hell, crushing her supple heart. She shakes her head constantly and refuses.


    “Then get the hell out of here!” He tries to throw her out!


    She won’t let this happen, otherwise, everyone will see and judges her behind. “No, don’t...” She grabs


    his back tightly, struggling to stay.


    He then pushes her back to the seat, pressing on her. “Don’t you ever touch me, you don’t deserve, do


    you hear?” She nods. “Then... no need to sign the contract, I’ll leave now, okay? Let me go.”


    “Well, it’s not up to you!” He asks the driver to move and leaves her alone on the backseat.


    He pulls the window off to smoke, the thick smell of the cigarettes, running along with the deep silence


    in the car...


    “Thank you, Fabian. For not throwing me out.” That’s her, a woman who loves him deeply, even gives


    her self-respect out. He sneers, ignores her. She remains silent on the seat.


    The car stops while she bends down to pick her contract up.


    It’s a hostel stands by, “Hey, go open a room!” He orders.


    She doesn''t move, eyes downcast.


    “You wanna me to sign or not?! Out!” He orders again.


    She sighs then walks off, heading inside. She wants money more than his love, to buy herself a tomb


    at least for the near future.