Chapter 47 Fernando Franco

“Do not cry.” She clenched her hands into fists, gritted her teeth, and instead, saw the bar up ahead.

It wasn’t a high-end bar, but it was quite popular. Since it was a Friday night, she saw it was already busy. She waved at Billy, the doorman, before heading in. The music was way too loud, but she wasn’t interested in the noise. She made her way to the back, placed her bag in the locker designated for her, and then went straight behind the bar.

Boris Koslov, the bar owner, always had a uniform, but because he knew what she did on social media, he allowed her to wear whatever she had created. Some of her fans had come to see her to talk about the new designs. As long as they spent money, Boris didn’t have a problem.

It had been over a week, and since she hadn’t made anything new, she wore the uniform Boris had custom-made for all staff. She had worried his lax rules with her would cause some problems for the rest of the staff, but they didn’t mind. So long as she had people coming to