MAIA SOLIS
In the evening, I return to the bar. Surprisingly, it was full today. Truck drivers ate, drank and talked to each other. Alejandra's eyes are glued to her cell phone, waiting for a sign from Javier.
Life sucks.
“So Maia, have you decided?”Travis questions.
“ I already said no. I'll solve it on my own.”
“Don't you dare attract customers here to earn money on your own!” He said and held me down forcefully.
“Let me go!”
“You think I don't know people like you? They cross the border and earn at our expense. Well, not here. If you open your legs for someone, I will too, you hear?!”
“I don't make programs! What is your problem? I'm American, you i***t!” Travis was the type to decide whether a person is a servant, a w***e or someone worthy of respect for their physique. He s
