"Scream and you are dead," the man said pointing a gun at her. "Come in and have a sit. We are just going to chat like adults," the man said and used his gun to gesture for Dede to sit down. Dede sat on the sofa furthest away from the man. "I am here because you mess with the wrong person. You kissed someone's boyfriend," the man said and Dede frowned. She was the one who got abused if this man sitting in front of her was referring to what happened in the club, so, what is he talking about? "Where is your sense of humour? I was only making a joke," the man said and stood up. "I am here to do just one thing and that is to kill you," the man said nonchalantly "I'm gonna put a bullet in between your eyes and no one gonna know about it," the man said and tears filled her eyes. Dede had thought her country was the worse place to be and maybe coming to the state, she would have better opportunities and life would be more easier. Her decision was a result of her and Julia hearing peopl

"Ma'am, sir had brought in another girl. This one looks like he picked her from the gutter," Mable reported with disdain. "Yes ma'am. I will keep you updated on everything that goes on here," Mable said and ended the call. She exited the room and returned to her duties as if nothing happened. Upstairs, Dede sat down quietly on her bed thinking of what to do with her life. She had come to make ends meet. Looking at how things were going, she realized she made a wrong decision by coming to the State. "Well, I am already here. I need to make this trip count," Dede said to herself and scanned her environment. In as much as she had met bad people, this man seemed very nice and something about him made Dede feel she could trust him. She recalled what happened at the club and a smile appeared on her face as her hands went to her lips recalling the kiss. She didn't know how long she had just been sitting on the bed recalling the kiss and smiling but a knock on her door startled her. The do

Bryson kept an expressionless face and slowly parted his lips to reply to Mrs Rebecca's question after careful thought. "I have a new employee. An African. Is she the one you are referring to?" Bryson asked and scooped some food into his mouth. "An employee you say," Mrs Rebecca said shifting her gaze to her daughter briefly and back to Bryson's. "Yes," Bryson replied and wiped his mouth with the tissue. "So what is her work?" Mrs Rebecca asked. "An additional cook," Bryson replied. "You live alone. How many cooks do you want to have?" Melissa chipped in. "You do forget my employees take breaks. She is a backup and will double as a cleaner. So next time you want to make trouble, do a proper investigation," Bryson replied to Melissa with a wave of simmering anger. Mrs Rebecca narrowed her eyes at Melissa for making her look like a fool. Melissa knew better not to disclose her sources of information. "I am sorry. You kissed an African-looking girl at the club and it got me worri

"Upstairs in her room," Mable replied unaware, Alex had come for Dede. Melissa stormed out of the living room heading upstairs. Mable, knowing Melissa would not know which room was for Dede, followed her upstairs. "That is her room," Mable whispered upon arrival pointing to Dede's door after she turned and walked away. Melissa without knocking, pushed the door open. She entered the room and frowned. The bed was neatly laid. There was a cup and plate on the table to her left and everything in the room was off. A clear indication there was no one in the room. She strode in, leaving the door open. She walked towards the bathroom door and opened it. It was empty. She closed the door and scanned the bedroom. Her eyes fell on the dressing table. There was a body lotion, a comb and hair pomade. Melissa walked towards the table and examined the lotion and pomade. After looking at them, she emptied the lotion into the pomade and tossed the empty lotion container to the side. Satisfied with

In a couple of minutes, Bryson was in the ambulance on his way to the hospital. Mable called Melissa informing her of the current situation. At the hospital, Bryson was sent to the emergency room. Melissa arrived fifteen minutes after Bryson was sent to the emergency room. "How is my husband?" Melissa asked the receptionist."Please who is your husband?" the receptionist asked, displeased by Melissa's arrogant display. "You don't know my husband? The owner of the hospital?" Melissa spat at the receptionist."Apologies, if you are looking for Mr Adams, he is still in the emergency room," the receptionist replied expressionless."What is your name?" Melissa asked with a frown. "Jayla Ross," the receptionist replied expressionless. "Change my name if you are still a receptionist at this hospital after today," Melissa said and walked away. The receptionist just watched her walk away without saying a word. "Who is she?" Jayla asked a colleague who just joined her. "Oh, that is Melis