ATLAS’ POV" hi, Mister," A young chap greeted me with the Spanish accent. He was a bright looking boy. He had a confused smile on his face. With his blonde short hair." Good day Chap, you must be Jose ain't it?"I queried and squatted down to his level. He stared at me befuddled, but then I was smiling at him. He had a clear face and did have semblance with his father."Yes I'm Jose, how do you know my name, Mister?" He questioned with a childish voice. His left eye was slightly closed. I was about to answer, when there was a thunder clap.I looked upwards and the clouds where forming and sure a heavy rain was about wetting the soil."nada de qué preocuparse, chico (Nothing to worry about boy)" I said in Spanish. I scoffed and placed my hand on his face. " Jose, con quién estás hablando? (Jose who are you talking to?)" A feminine voice resounded from behind. " Who are you?"A lady questions with weak English and Spanish accent. The lady drags Jose away from my clasp. I huffed and st

AUTHOR’S POVJane, or rather Celine, felt a pang of guilt as she looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe that she had allowed herself to have sex with her boss, Atlas , in the bathroom of the club where she worked. She cursed herself for being so weak and for betraying her values. The guilt was eating her up inside, and she didn't know how to get it out of her head. She never imagined that she’d allow herself to fall into the webs of Atlas . The fact that she hated him but still had sex with him was worrisome. She didn’t even know if she hated him anymore. Everything was just confusing.Her best friend and roommate, Harley, noticed her moody nature and asked her what was wrong. Celine refused to tell Harley what was bothering her, even after long persuasion. She didn't want to burden her friend with her problems.Harley left Celine in her room in silence, but she couldn't help but worry about her friend. She knew that something was wrong, but she didn't know what it was.