Chapter 2 The Girl He Met In The Bar


    On reflex, Peter managed to grab the attacker''s weapon hand and p him with his free hand. The


    man failed to dodge, getting his face bloody and teeth knocked out.


    In his rage, Peter charged and started to throw the man punch after punch until his face was red and


    swollen all over. PA PA PA PA PA! Peter punched and kicked with all his strength. He thought about


    everything that happened today —his breakup, his failure to find a job —and put them all in his fists. He


    felt no remorse for the troublemaker.


    "You''re lucky this time. The next time you cause trouble again, I swear I''ll kill you. Go!" Peter said,


    dismissing the young man.


    Realizing his defeat, the man retreated holding on to his battered face. He didn''t even dare grab his


    motorcycle as he ran away. He shot Peter a vengeful look. ''You''ll pay for this, '' he thought. Peter


    ignored him.


    If he had the balls toe take revenge, Peter would show no mercy! Peter felt good about the


    skirmish. It was a much-needed release of all the tension he felt for the day.


    As he was about to leave, he heard ine falling down from behind him. Peter quickly turned to keep


    her from falling. "Are you OK?" Peter asked as he held her. He felt his heart beat faster when he felt


    her skin against his. Her beauty was tempting.


    "My foot is sprained." ine replied, feeling embarrassed. Her face turned hot as she felt his touch. In


    slow, careful steps, Peter held ine as they walked to a nearby restaurant. Peter couldn''t help but feel


    a little lighter with ine''s gentle touch and sweet scent.


    Meanwhile, ine''s face grew hotter and redder with their proximity. The people in the restaurant shot


    curious nces at the sight of the couple entering, especially with ine''s uniform.


    Their eyes followed the new guests as they walked to find a table. Peter helped ine to her seat, took


    his own, and breathed a big sigh of relief. He surely enjoyed the fight, but inside, he knew that it did get


    a little out of hand. The adrenaline felt good, but it wasn''t enough to erase the pain and frustration


    inside him.


    "Please give me a bowl of your most expensive noodles, with additional meat." Peter said to the waiter.


    HAHA. The people around them started exchanging smirks and mocking nces.


    They felt bad for ine thinking that her cheapskate boyfriend took her on a date to this low-end


    restaurant, while she was clearly a woman of ss.


    "Sorry I couldn''t take you somewhere nicer. I''ve been having trouble finding a job. I''m kind of running


    out of money." Peter confessed, ignoring the murmurs. He really had no money and he didn''t pretend


    to be a rich man.


    "It''s OK. I''ll pay," ine said, growing more and more curious about Peter.


    He could have taken advantage of her while they were walking if he wanted to. She would have been


    too weak to fight back. Still, he didn''t. Also, he was genuine and honest about his situation. She


    preferred this kind of man over rich hypocrites. Suddenly, she had an idea.?


    "You mentioned you were having trouble finding a job? You''re fast and strong, and ourpany needs


    a bodyguard. Why don''t you try applying in ourpany?"


    "What? Really? Sure, of course!" Peter replied excitedly. Peter had been trying to find a job the whole


    week. He never knew how difficult it was to find one until he experienced it himself.


    He even considered taking a job in the construction site —moving bricks and carrying cement —just


    because it was the only job he could find where they didn''t need an extensive educational background.


    Naturally, it was impossible for him to not be excited about the opportunity ine mentioned.


    N?velDrama.Org ? content.


    He would choose security work over construction, any day, except that even security guards were


    required to have college degrees. This immediately disqualified Peter, to his disappointment.


    "Alright, then. Find me at the Personal Section of Silvend Group on the tenth floor, at ten o''clock,


    sharp. Tell the receptionist you have an appointment with me. I''ll be the one to make arrangements.


    Don''t bete."


    ine was afraid he would refuse her again the way he did when she invited him to get dinner. Now


    that he agreed, ine made sure he wouldn''t back out.


    "Okay, I won''t. Thank you! Thank you so much!" Peter became even more excited as the idea sunk in.


    He knew that this was a really great opportunity. Although Peter has only been back to A city for a


    week, he has already heard of the reputation of Silvend Group.


    They were one the of ten biggestpanies and best employers in the city; even security guards were


    well-paid.


    It was difficult tond a security job, though.


    Apart from having a college degree, a rmendation frompany management was a


    requirement.


    It would be a true honor to be part of Silvend Group''s security roster.


    They exchanged contact information after the meal before going their separate ways. ?


    "Don''t bete, okay?", ine reminded. ?


    "I won''t!" he promised. Peter looked for a ce to celebrate the highlight of his job hunt. He decided to


    go to a bar called Sunny.


    Guests flowed in as the crowd of young people danced to the heavy metal music in the background.


    The women in the bar wore clothes that revealed long legs, ample bosoms, sexy backs, and shapely


    bodies.


    The air was steamy, in more ways than one. College students and corporate employees frequented the


    ce.


    The carefree youngsters, sophisticated professionals, and enchanting women made Sunny a great go-


    to whether you''re looking for a ce to chill, or to let loose.


    Beer in hand, Peter watched the attractive girls on the dance floor, from a seat at the corner.


    He felt good. This was the first time he got to rx since he arrived at the city.


    "Hey, is this seat taken?" He heard a cool voice ask. ??


    Turning to ask the speaker to find a seat somewhere else, he froze as he found an exceptionally


    beautiful girl looking back at him. She''s probably around twenty-three or twenty-four.


    She didn''t look like she was wearing makeup, but she still looked extremely beautiful with her clean,


    sharp eyebrows, full lips and pretty nose. Her ck mesh dress was modest,pared to all the other


    girls in the bar.


    It didn''t show much skin, but it didn''t fail to show off her perfect figure, Small waist, and long legs,


    either. ine, to Peter, was a goddess. While her beauty was definitely breathtaking, it would still be


    possible to get her attention with enough effort.


    This girl, though, was a fairy:pletely and surely unattainable. It made him wonder what she''s doing


    in this stuffy bar. Without waiting for him to respond, the girl took the empty seat from across the table,


    grabbed the nearest beer, and began to drink. She paid no notice of Peter''s shock.


    He found it difficult to reconcile the sight of the drunkard in front of him, with the dainty fairy he


    imagined her to be. Also, the price of the beer was thirty-eight dors! He felt extremely distressed.


    One bottle... Two bottles... Three bottles... Four bottles... ''When is this girl gonna stop?!''


    As if on cue, the girl carelessly put down herst bottle of beer, dropped her head on her arms, rested


    them on the table, and began to cry.


    Peter sat, dumbstruck.