| CATA |
“What do you mean private classes?” he asked me. Mio Dio! Please help me.
“Um.” I sighed nervously.
Dang it! I knew that I should have called Carlos first. It was now or never, right?
“M—I mean Cata. Tell me,” he insisted.
“I mean that my boss requested for me to be his dancer,” I whispered.
“What?” he yelled. Was I the only one who didn’t know what that meant in the beginning? “No. That would make you his property. No. No. No.” he said as he took deep breaths.
“Listen, Marcelo. I need the job. You know this,” I tried to explain without giving too much away. “It was either that or going back to the streets.”
“Cata.” He sighed in exasperation. “I have to go. Please don’t make any decisions yet,” he begged me, making me close my eyes as I contemplated lying to him.
I
