"Do you want me to talk to my husband about it? You know he will believe me?" Dede said confidently hoping it would scare Alex into confessing. "So that is your motive? To have the boss wrapped around your finger. And you think you have achieved that?" Alex said when he picked a reflection on a mirror-like lining on the wall alerting him Bryson was behind the door. "What?" Dede said surprised by his statement. "I knew it was a matter of time and your true self will reveal itself," Alex said knowing Bryson might be listening. "What are you talking about?" Dede asked staring at Alex with a confused expression. "I am talking about your schemes. The guy from the hotel is your lover right?" Alex sneered. "Enough," came Bryson's voice drawing Dede's attention to the door opening. Bryson strode in and Dede flinched. Images of her and Foster flashed through her memory causing her heart to race and she suddenly felt dizzy. "Get out, Alex," Bryson said coldly and Alex exited the room sat

Back at Brian's apartment, Julia was so happy. Finally, something for her to do and earn some income and also keep herself busy. It boring sitting at home and eating and watching TV. In the night Brian would not let her sleep, bending her body in all directions in the name of pleasure and he would make her take some pills in the morning.It has been months since she and Dede arrived in the state and she was nowhere close to achieving her dreams, the reason she left her birth country. Being around for a while, she quickly realised things were not as simple as people made them look on social media. Back in Ghana, it was easy to find something to occupy herself which she called a job except it didn't fetch her enough income like she would have loved. She sometimes finds herself taking money from her male friends just to have enough. She had come to the state with the hope of finding a good job that would pay her in dollars but it had been months and her papers were not even complete let

Julia was left alone in the room and she decided to check the phone. She found her job a bit strange. She was working as a waitress back in Ghana. She knew what chefs do. It was just cooking so what advice does the chef need? And if it was about buying food stuff, why can't she handle it but she is required to ask Ms Melissa for what to say. These questions set Julia into thinking but she brushed it off thinking maybe that is how things are done in the States. She was excited about having a job. Something to keep her busy. The next day, as planned, Brian gave Julia some money to put into two separate accounts while he left for work. Julia did as requested, getting herself a taxi to take her to the specific bank location Brian had shown her. She went through the process with some help successfully, deposited the money into the accounts and returned home. "I have deposited the money into the accounts as instructed," Julia informed Brian on the call."Good, now keep the phone by your

The call dropped and the phone began to ring again. Melissa answered it and brought the phone to her eyes."What is it?" Melissa said under the watching gaze of Bryson."The Chef called and said the delivery has been done," Julia informed Melissa smiling inwardly but keeping a straight face outwardly."Okay. That is fine. Let me know if they need anything else," Melissa said and ended the call. "You want an explanation for the conversation?" she asked glaring at Bryson. "Melissa, can we talk privately," Bryson requested and the side of Melissa's lips curled up."Sure, come with me," she said and stood up. "I will be back shortly," she said to her friends before leaving the living room with Bryson trailing behind her.Melissa took him upstairs and opened the door to her bedroom, inviting him in."You don't have an office or a place with seats and not a bed?" Bryson asked standing at the entrance while Melissa was holding the door to her bedroom open while inside the bedroom. "I don't

Dede was sent to the hospital and was attended to. Her broken leg was bandaged and the bruises on her wrist were treated. "How is she?" Bryson asked the doctor."Aside from the bruises on her wrist sustained from her moving her tied-up hand forward and her broken ankle resulting from the fall, she appears to be okay," the doctor replied."Can I take her home?" Bryson asked."Yes, after we get her some clothes," the doctor said reminding Bryson she was brought in with clothes."Sure," Bryson acknowledged and headed for Dede's ward while another guard per his order went to get clothes for Dede. He walked into the ward to find Dede sitting on the bed in a blue hospital gown. He drew closer to the bed and hugged her. "Glad you are okay," Bryson said pulling away from the hug."Was it Mr Jackson?" Dede asked staring at Bryson."No, it was some woman but don't worry your head about that. What matters most is you are safe," Bryson said and kissed the side of her temple. "I am going to do