"Oh my God!" Sandra squealed as the call to Lincoln magically went through. "What, mum?" Carlos asked, munching on the fish sticks they had been given for dinner. "The call's going through" She said, with her voice shaking like she was scared saying it out loud would make the network unavailable once more. Both boys looked up immediately and sat straight. "I swear I'll harm some of those employees. I'll trample them, I'll kill them…" Tyson was saying with his eyes enlarging and roaming around madly. "Hey, hey, Tyson! We will not cause any trouble for your father here. Have you forgotten who the owner of the resort is?" Sarah cut in, quick to anger ever since they had been mistreated by the employees they had trampled under feet, before they had been hit with calamity. "Instead, we will return, and find a way to deal with these imbeciles." She said, angrily, and just then, Mr. Lincoln's voice floated through the phone. Sandra's heart seemed like it had been showered with honey. She suddenly felt happy when she had been bitter about everything existing in the world, moments ago. How dare they? How could she…? As influential as she was, how could she stoop to being a cleaner in just a week? Would her image ever be restored? "Honey." She cried to Mr. Lincoln and her eyes watered. As a result, she turned from the boys, not willing to allow them see her tears. "What's wrong? Why are you so down?" "Remember the resort I told you we didn't really enjoy because our cards were being declined?' She asked, with a hand on her waist. "Yes, yes I do." "Well, Charles owns it!" "He does? Wow… how… how could he happen to own the resort you went to. What a nasty coincidence. Did he…?" "That's not the issue here. Charles made us work for pay our bills. We ate, and had so much fun, the bills were just too much…" Sandra's voice broke, as she continued to speak, then she balled her fist and held it over her mouth. "We've been cleaning toilets, and doing crappy jobs all week..." She sniffed, and Carlos walked to her, placing an arm around her shoulder. "WHAT!?" Mr. Lincoln asked in a loud boom that made Sandra shift the phone farther from her ear, as a reaction. "Tell me again. He did what?" Lincoln asked. "He made us work for our expenses. The employees were so rude and mean that they gave us the lowliest of jobs. I almost died out of embarrassment! We're supposed to leave now, as we've worked a week, but they won't let us. They say Charles has to give his approval." Sandra reported, like a child to their father or mother when they were being bullied. "Damn. Damn! You cleaned toilets? Charles will pay. Yes, he would." Lincoln said in a voice shaking with anger, and humiliation. "And why won't he let you leave? Never mind. I'm going to book for a very quick flight back home. I'll deal with that nasty, bumbling idiot." He said, with spite, and anger heavy on each of his words. "You'll take a fast flight? Oh my! Thank you so much! Thank you. I've never had a worse experience in all my life." Sandra cried, letting her tears fall. "My beautiful hands." "The fool will pay. I'll let him know the fingers get burnt when they play with fire. Bye for now, I have to process my flight." He said. "Bye, honey. Be safe." She cooed, and Lincoln ended the call. "What did he say?" Tyson asked, getting to his feet, and a smile broke free on Sandra's face. "He's coming!" Your father's coming! He'll be here very soon." She said, suddenly looking like a bride, who found the perfect dress for her wedding. "He is? Oh, thank Goodness! Seriously. Charles is done for." Tyson said, with malice glinting in his eye. "Beautiful mom, we'll celebrate this with champagne or wine. Whichever you want." Carlos said, tucking Sandra's hair behind her ear gently. "Definitely wine. I'd specially like wine from Paris." She replied with her eyebrows raised, and Carlos chuckled. "Of course, mum has the best taste for wine in the world." Tyson added, and smiled. They suddenly felt relief clinging at the very edge of their hearts. It wasn't over yet, but would be, the moment their father stepped feet in California. He was going to destroy Charles and the destruction of the employees would be left to them to do as they pleased. Begging from the employees wouldn't do the trick, as they were very used to apologizing and pleading. Instead they were going to find something equally hard, and humiliating for them to do. ~ Mr. Lincoln was fuming as he ended the call with Sandra. How dare Charles? He had crossed the line. It was too much. There were other things he had done, but the last one he had done was too much. In fact, he didn't just cross the line, he over crossed it. How could he make his own wife, and children work at his resort as lowly employees? Not even normal employees, but the lowest of them all. That was a huge blow to his image. If the news got out, how would people react to it. Famous business man's family cleaning toilets? No way. That was impossible. Sandra had been trying so hard not to cry. It had definitely affected her badly. Her self-esteem would have suffered such a huge blow. He immediately texted the man he had business with, sending him a deep apology about having to attend to an urgent family matter. It was a little rude to leave in the middle of business, but Mr. Lincoln's pride was on the line. Afterwards, he booked the next and fastest flight to California and began to make preparations to leave immediately. He would not allow his wife and sons to be mistreated. On his flight, Lincoln could not help but begin to wonder where and how he'd begin to attack Charles. Being honest, his mind was blank. He was filled with anger alone, and didn't know how he was going to make Charles regret his mistakes. Well, he had to see him first. It was bad enough that they had worked as the lowliest of cleaners, but what? He didn't give approval to let them go? Did he think he had power over them all because their credit cards were declined all of a sudden? To him, it was a little suspicious. Why would their cards get declined at the same time in Charles' company? For what reason? He began to conclude Charles had something to do with it, even though he could have whipped up other explanations. The flight was unnecessarily long to him, and immediately he stepped foot in California, he made his way to the resort. When he walked in, hours later, after his call with Sandra, everyone seemed to avoid him. Why? He looked like a bull ready to fight, and they weren't ready to get crushed by him. He was well-known, and they knew what he had come to the resort for. They were all guilty of mistreating Sandra and her sons, but they didn't feel too scared when they thought of Charles. He stormed up to the receptionist, and placed a hand on his waist. "Where's your boss?" He asked. "He's not around at the moment." "What? I came all the way from Paris to hear the fool isn't around? No, that won't do. Where's he?" He asked immediately, getting angrier by the moment. "I'm afraid I do not know that. You'll have to see the manager. He might have a clue." The receptionist replied. "Alright, take me to him." He said, but the receptionist gave him directions instead. "What?" "I'm unable to leave my post sir." The receptionist replied, and Lincoln's lips twitched in anger, but decided to leave. He made his way to the manager's office, and when the manager saw him, he bowed. "Welcome sir. Do you have any problems?" He asked, politely. "I want to see your boss." "He's out at the…" "I already heard that. I want to know where he is right now." Mr. Lincoln said, waving his hand at him impatiently. "Oh. I'm sorry. Mr. Lincoln is currently at…" Mr. Lincoln froze. The location the manager had mentioned was an odd one. What would Charles be doing there?