“So, why are you here?” James questioned without making eye contact with her. He had invited her inside as he could not bring himself to ignore her physically, or tell her to go back. “I see you ignored my texts. Anyways, it’s understandable. I understand you.” Amelia spoke as she stared around the house. “Amelia, you came here for what reason? I didn’t expect to see you waiting at my house. What if I didn’t come home?” “Thankfully, you came home.” She smiled, and my heart melted like when larva melts things down. I became speechless, and looked away, then ruffled my hair. “I actually came because I wanted to make a change. I’m tired of holding back, and running away because of someone else’s desire.” Amelia voiced out, with tears filling her eyes up. James became so emotional and all the hard cover he was trying to put up came crumbling down. “What’s going on, Amelia?” He asked, out of concern. Amelia sniffled and cleaned her tear stain with her handkerchief. “Actually, there’s a lot I need to talk to you about. I’m tired of running away from what I desire.” “If I understand you, Amelia, you mean you are ready to tell me the reason you have been unstable with me.” “Yes, I’m ready to talk to you about it, but I noticed that you have been quite busy. I’ve actually been watching you for a while now. I want to be understanding, so I’m going to wait until you’re done with all the serious work.” Amelia said, with a slight smile. James felt so overwhelmed, and he couldn’t believe what he just heard. “Could I be dreaming?” James thought to himself. Amelia chuckled as she could tell he was finding it difficult to believe that all these were true. She knew how he acted when he was confused, and unsure of what was going on. “So, what do you mean? Are we back together?” James asked inquisitively. His heart began to beat harder as he feared what her response would be. He already had his hopes high, and his heart was also at the verge of breaking into pieces.“I think it’s best for us to officially get back together when you have less work on your hands. I want us getting back together to be in a memorable way.” Amelia replied as she stared lovingly into James’ eyes. James’ heart could almost fly out of his chest as the joy that filled his heart was immeasurable and incomparable to any other joy he had had in the past. Then he held Amelia’s hands. “I promise to come for you after we’ve managed to cool down the heat at work.” James assured her with a happy smile. They both smiled, and rose to their feet, hugging each other tight. On the other hand, Sandra, Tyson and Carlos were on the same bed in a small room they had been given to spend the night after work. Their bones were weak, and they were really exhausted, finding it difficult to raise even a hand. “Charles always have a way of cornering us even without us seeing it coming.” Tyson spoke out with spite. “I hate his guts and I will make sure to rip them out when I get the chance to.” Carlos added as he exhaled sharply. Deep inside, Sandra felt worse. To her, she was humiliated in the presence of the whole world. She knew her worth in the outside world, and to note that she was right in a resort, doing the job of a cleaner was disgusting and provoking. Worst was that there was no network signal on any of their phones so there was no way they could reach out to anyone for help or sort. “Mother, you aren’t saying anything.” Tyson spoke, worried about his mother’s silence. “You should understand that she is currently having a bad time. She was humiliated in the presence of people who are way below us, and they had the guts to treat us rudely and worser than the way the poor would be treated.” Carlos interrupted. Sandra didn’t bother to say a word as she was still bitter about Charles’ attitude towards her. “At least, he would have tried to speak to us in private, rather than giving me the worst humiliation of my life. I’ll make sure to get back at you.” She thought to herself with anger rising in her heart. Back at Charles’ home, he rose to his feet, and stared down at the wine. He didn’t want to drink too much this night, and he felt hungrier than usual.Then he walked into the kitchen to make some omelets. It was better than having a heavy meal, especially when he wanted to sleep as soon as he got into his bedroom. “Sir, do you mind me taking over? I wouldn’t mind if you had called me over to make a simple dinner for you.” His cook said with humility. “Oh, it’s fine. Sometimes, I can make my own dinner. You can go on with whatever you were doing. I’m almost done making my omelets.” Charles uttered with a slight smile. He had to smile because he knew there were some employees who would be bothered and worried if their employer didn’t bother them to do their job. “Are you sure you’re fine with it, sir?” She asked again. “I’m fine. I’m done, by the way.” Charles assured, and then showed her the omelet, then he transferred it into a plate. Then she poured him some orange juice, and helped him take the plate of omelet to the dining table. “Thanks. What’s your name by the way?” Charles questioned, inquisitively. “I’m Martha.” “Alright, Martha. Goodnight.” “Goodnight, sir.” Martha said, then headed towards her room humbly. Charles took up his fork, then sliced through his omelet, and put a slice into his mouth. But something weird happened in the middle of that. His eyesight scrambled like a scrambled TV, and it went blank like he was blind. Charles quickly shot up from his chair, horrified by his sight, gone.