Fabio remained there, thinking deeply. He was one million and one per cent sure that there was no camera in that bar. There was no way he could be recorded by a guest in the bar.
'No way! Who must have done this? How many people have watched this video? No! It's fake!'
He suddenly snatched the phone with his bloodied hand and dialled David's number. He called repeatedly.
David didn't answer the phone.
"Pick up the phone goddamnit!" He yelled, almost crashing the phone on the ground.
Then the phone rang... David's name lit up the screen.
Fabio lifted it up and answered almost immediately.
"Where did you get that?! Who was filming?! Tell me, who has seen that video? Who?!"
David's voice was ice cold.
"You've got some nerve calling me,"
Fabio clenched his teeth, boiling with anger.
"Where the hell did you get that video?! That bar had no cameras!"
David was silent for a moment before responding in a slow, measured tone.
