Please behave My Lord
Chapter 60: I Had No Other Choice

Chapter 60: I had no other choice

It was the second time she had come to a bar. Frowning, she still felt uncomfortable. Watching the men and women coming and going, Mariana walked carefully and arrived inside the bar. When she looked up, she was stunned.

This bar was different from others, there was a big U-shaped platform in the middle. They were holding a fashion show at this time, many women in sexy clothes were walking on the platform.

Mariana felt uncomfortable and her expression was unnatural, it seemed that she did not belong here. After staying in the same place for a while watching the show, Mariana already knew what the bar needed Mariana made a decision. She felt she could change them.

He headed inside, Mariana ordered a less than intoxicating cocktail, and then began to ask questions:

-I hear you're looking for designers, right?

The waiter looked her up and down for a few moments and nodded,

-Please follow me.

That said, he walked to a corner.

As she approached, Mariana noticed a man sitting on the couch, wearing a suit and with long hair that was shining under the colored lights.

She had deep eyes and red lips, she was like a vampire in the night. Mariana stopped and felt afraid.

But at that moment, the horrible face of her father, who was extending his hand towards her, came to her mind. In an instant, Mariana made up her mind.

She was in front of the man. After making a brief introduction, the waiter left, leaving Mariana and the man alone in this corner.

-You've seen the show, haven't you? What do you think?

The words came out of the man's mouth and reached Mariana's ears, which made her frown softly. Obviously, from the moment she entered this bar, she was already being spied on, and that feeling was bad. Mariana made an effort to suppress the discomfort and irritation in her heart and looked at the man.

At this point, he wouldn't even let her sit down.

-From the expressions of the spectators, it can be deduced that this show is not very successful, although the models are sexy, they cannot attract the public's attention -said Mariana bluntly.

The man was stunned and straightened up, then looked at Mariana,

-Please sit down.

Mariana sat a little away from the man.

Seeing Mariana's careful and cautious behavior, as if he was a monster, the man laughed mockingly and said nothing.

He appreciated this unassuming woman as she entered the bar. After all, a woman who came here dressed like this was either trying to be a model or she had come to drink, but she had come to the wrong place.

He didn't care why she came here, he thought she was not the type of person he was looking for. However, what this woman had said changed the man's impression of her.

But that was all.

-Designer?

The man shook the glass in his hand, the wine still swaying, as did Mariana, who was sitting uneasily at that moment.

-Yes, I hear you are recruiting designers.

She looked at the man steadily, ignoring the noises around her.

The man placed the cup in his hand on the small table in front of him. With his hands folded and resting lazily on his knees, the man looked directly at Mariana,

-You can call me Carlos, I'm in charge of this show, and as you just noticed, the show is no longer attracting people, the bar's customers are decreasing day by day.

-And what you have to do is to change the style of this show so that it will attract the public again, and thus improve the profit of this bar.

Mariana understood the importance of this show for the bar. One could say that the particularity of this bar depended on this show that was to attract customers with beauty. -If you can trust me with the complete design of the models' clothes, I can try.

She had always designed high-end dresses or theater costumes, but this was the first time she had encountered such a costume design.

But she had no choice, she had to do this.

After hearing these words, Carlos said with a mocking smile:

-It is natural.

After a while, he continued:

-But this bar is different from the others. Here, the models have the right to choose their own clothes, and it's not me who decides this, it's them.

The man pointed his finger in one direction.

Mariana saw the models who were surrounded by men.

"Are they the models?"

-Are you confident or not?

After a moment of silence, Mariana thought hard in her head. Then she looked at the man and said:

-I want to try.

You might be able to change them instead of changing clothes, right?

-Okay.

Eric stood up, his tall body was oppressive, he smiled and said to Mariana:

-Follow me.

Arriving in the dressing room, the man called a waiter and ordered him:

-Let the models in so the designer can take a look at them.

The words were flippant, and the attitude was like picking out meat in a supermarket.

And Mariana frowned.

Soon some women dressed in tempting clothes came in, they had expressions of discontent on their faces.

-Carlos, after the show, we are free, there are still customers waiting for us.

-Yes, Carlos, why are you calling us here? The bar doesn't have many customers anymore and I'm not going to let anyone escape.

-I'm about to go out with a man, Carlos, what do you want?