Chapter Eight

ANGELO made sure that everything he needs is in his briefcase. He needs to make sure that his client will choose him as their system analyst. It was a big company, and if he gets hired, his salary will get higher, and he would be better known.

He wanted to be independent. To make his father see that he is not just an outsider and that he is worth it to be a Vazquez.

When he entered the club that was their meeting place, he immediately looked at the phone for the time. I’m still a little bit early. He sat down on a barstool and ordered a drink. Just one glass to get rid of his nervousness.

Minutes later, a woman sat beside him. “Hey, alone?” she asked.

Angelo flashed his infamous flirty smile at her. “Yeah, how ‘bout you?”

“Not anymore.” The woman placed her hand on his thigh and seductively caressed it. “Want to buy me a drink?”

“Sure. Order anything you want, and I’ll pay,” Angelo answered. There's still time before his client arrives, might as well get this woman a drink and finis