Ghost

Simon, known in the underworld as Ghost, is a 26-year-old mobster. Despite his age, he has built a reputation that makes few people dare to challenge him.

Simon frequents an exclusive nightclub where people from his circle gather. That night, while in the VIP room with several of his men, he saw a new waitress for the first time.

Lia is a young brunette with blue eyes, fair skin, and a delicate appearance. She has a sweet smile, a soft voice, and a kind, calm, and naive personality. She lives with her aunt, who practically raised her, and her white cat named Pelusa.
Lia is a university student and started looking for work because she needed to help with her aunt's medication and cover some of her own expenses.

She finally got a job as a waitress in a bar near her university.

It was her first night.

Lia received a tray with several drinks and a simple instruction: take them to the VIP room.

Without asking any questions, he went in.

She tried to remain discreet as she walked among the men in suits. She placed the drinks on the table, murmured a small "excuse me," and left the room.

Simon had barely looked up.
But his eyes lingered on her for a few seconds longer than necessary.
There was something strange about that girl.
It seemed completely out of place.
Hours later, Simon spoke with the bar owner.

—I want you to promote her.

The man looked at him in surprise.

—To Lia?
-Yeah.

Simon offered to pay her double her salary so that she could receive training as an exclusive performer on the bar's stage, appearing during certain shifts.

Lia accepted when they proposed it to her.
I needed the money.
What no one had explained to her was how difficult her first night was going to be.

The stage lights came on.
Lia left with the other girls.
She was wearing heels that she barely knew how to handle.
He took a deep breath.
The music started.
The others confidently began to follow the choreography, while Lia tried to copy every move.
One step.
Other.
It was delayed.
He glanced discreetly at the girl next to him and tried to regain his composure.
He almost lost his balance.
She quickly stabilized and carried on, trying to pretend that nothing had happened.
From the VIP lounge, Simon watched in silence.
Lia had no experience.
It was too obvious.
Every so often she glanced at the others to see what their next move would be. Even her focused expression seemed more like that of a student trying to memorize a presentation than someone accustomed to that stage.
Simon rested an arm on the sofa.
"Who hired her?" he finally asked.
One of his men replied:
—The new girl. The same one who was serving drinks tonight.
Simon looked back towards the platform.
Lia made another mistake.
This time he managed to continue without missing a beat.
Ghost continued watching her for a few more seconds.
That girl didn't seem to belong there.
And, for some reason, that was precisely what caught his attention.