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You might be wondering why a grown man like me would get involved in all this nonsense, but I'll tell you one thing: "Shut up."....
In a place filled with the sounds of cars coming and going, a harsh voice shouted, "Back! Back!" gesturing backwards at the driver who jumped out of his car. "Albert," an arrogant man... he didn't seem to care, as usual. He treated the person in front of him worse than a stray dog. "He doesn't even see me as a human being at this point," thought Cato , the" valet."
Take it! Don't forget to wipe my car window." Before throwing the key in his face, Cato doesn't know whether to be happy that it's over so far or angry at his trashy treatment. Slowly, he squats down, takes the key, and rolls his eyes... before getting into the car to park it. "What a *&" he matter...
"How I hate those arrogant fools in elegant suits," he sighed with a kind of blatant vanity... the street is very crowded today. He had barely begun to feel the pain in his leg, which he was limping on.
He carelessly started parking his car while the image of a tall building was reflected on the glass in front of him in a quiet scene. He gazed for a while, thinking, ""Fancy walls can’t hide rot forever."." , as much as he saw these rich people, he began to learn some of their secrets... This building in front of him is one of the most famous hotels in this country, but... Nothing is perfect...is there..
*Knocks* *Knocks* The sound of knocking was his dear friend Arthur, who thankfully pulled him out of his thoughts. He doesn't want to think about the things he had seen in this strange place. He came out smiling and hugged him. "You scared me!" He and Arthur were almost the same age, which is why they liked to sit together a lot.
"Arthur "seemed unusually worried while they were eating lunch. "What's wrong? Speak!" he told him, trying to tease and play with him.
Finally, he began to speak in a nervous voice as he looked around the garage before leaning towards Cato with wide eyes, muttering, "You know the four young guys who always come to the hotel, the ones we used to call...uh...uh..." "The Trash," remember them?! It must be said that his talk aroused Cato curiosity's, so he gestured for him to continue, and so he began to talk about what he had seen of those young men: "I saw them holding a girl who looked...strange...how can I explain it to you...like she was drugged or something, and I have an uncomfortable feeling."
The man wasn't really surprised by his friend's talk, as these rich people always came to this place with girls who looked like they were drunk, and everyone inside acted as if it was perfectly normal. So he didn't really understand the reason for his concern and told him, "So what? It's none of our business ..who cares!." But then he felt a strong hand grab his wrist, holding him steady. It was Arthur, with an even more tense face. "You don't understand, 'Cato'... The girl... The girl looks different. She's not like the ones we saw... I'm scared, very scared. I saw her this morning, and she hasn't come out yet!!"
When his friend calls him by name, he knows instantly that he's not joking, so his facial expression focuses on every words his friend makes as he leans towards him, saying, "You think they did...something...don't you?" There's no need to describe what Arthur's face looked like at that moment...
