“Leaving? What do you mean?” Saulo asked, not understanding anything.

It seemed Oliver hadn't told his friend about the last conversation we had.

“I'm underage. Mr. Oliver fired me.”

“How long until you turn eighteen?”

“Just two months, but that's not it.” I kept crying.

“Then what is it?”

“Even when I turn eighteen, I can't stay here because I can't work officially.” I ended up blurting out my concern, the one that had been on my mind. Sandro would find out where I was. He would come after me,