Jefferson drove off to Charles’ home, not minding the time of the night. All he wanted was a solution to his problem, and he hoped that Charles would help him better than he did, the last time. As soon as he got to Charles’ front door, he rang the doorbell twice, and hoped that Charles wasn’t surprisingly asleep yet. There was no response even after a while, so he rang the doorbell again, and this time he heard someone coming towards the door. He rubbed his palms together, and adjusted his clothes. Then the door opened a little. “Good evening. Please I’ll like to see your boss. I’m Jefferson.” Jefferson said to the maid. “Give me a minute, please.” She said, then closed the door behind her. Jefferson turned around and stared at the garden, and the bright lights of the night. Although, he had never for once dreamt that he would be standing somewhere like this place for help, and the owner of the place would be Charles. Then he exhaled. “I guess this is how life turns tables at times.” He muttered under his breath, still waiting for the maid to come back. The door opened, and Jefferson looked back only to see the maid opening the door wide open for him to go in. “Thank you.” He appreciated her, and smiled. He was positive that there was a chance that Charles would help him out since he had allowed him to come into his house even at this time, despite that they didn’t have any important business deal together. “Good evening, Charles. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything important?” Jefferson asked, only to hear something nice from Charles. “Is there a reason you came to see me?” Charles questioned as he scrolled through his phone. “Uhm… Yes.” Jefferson responded, and sat down. “Okay. What does someone who has a deal with Mr. Grayson come to do in my home? Should I feel grateful?” Charles blurted out, maneuvering his way to get answers to his questions. “Mr. Grayson? Oh, come on. Stop kidding. I have no deal with Mr. Grayson.” Jefferson debunked his thoughts. “Really?”“Of course. It was probably when things were good for me that you could assume, I had a business deal with Mr. Grayson.” Charles nodded slowly, and believed him. All he wanted to know was if he was the one who Mr. Grayson attended to the other day; they were all having a meeting. Now that he had confirmed what he was highly curious about, he became calm, and ready to listen to what Jefferson had come here for. “I see. So, what are you here for?” Charles asked, without an expression on his face. “I’m here to ask you for a favor, Charles. And I really hope that you would grant it for me, regardless of all I have done to you.” “Hmmm. So, what you’re trying to say is that you need my help.” Charles voiced out, and concentrated on Jefferson, more. “Yes.” “What kind of help do you need me to render for you?” Jefferson felt a bit more positive, considering the type of questions which Charles was asking him. “Please I need a job. I’ll accept any kind of position you give me, just to get back on my feet, and teach Angela and her family, a good lesson.” Jefferson pleaded earnestly. “I’m sorry, Jefferson. I can’t help you this time.” Charles replied, and picked up his phone to continue his business on it. “Charles, please don’t act this way to me. I’m pleading seriously this time. Help me with any job.” Jefferson continued pleading and began to rub his palms together. “Jefferson, you’re wasting your time. I have told you that I can’t help you on this. Please leave.” Charles urged, with a squeezed face. Jefferson realized that Charles wasn’t really going to help him, and he felt disappointed, and pained. Those feelings gradually turned into anger, and made Jefferson to stand up on his feet abruptly. Charles looked up at him to know his expression at that moment, and realized that Jefferson was annoyed. He scoffed, and stood up, then began to climb his stairs, not minding the fact that Jefferson was still in the sitting room, standing. Jefferson felt humiliated, and bit his lips angrily, then stormed out of his house. He drove back home, and yelled out in anger.“If you can’t help me, I know just what to do.” He thought to himself. The next day, Jefferson drove off to Charles’ main company first thing. He got up to the reception at his office floor, and his secretary stopped him before he could get to the door. “Mr. Lincoln hasn’t arrived yet. Do you have an appointment with him, by the way?” She asked, formally. “No. But we agreed to meet today. If he sees me, he’ll know we have something important to talk about.” Jefferson backed himself up quickly. “Okay, but I’m sorry, you can’t go in while he’s not around, especially not without a special order. Probably when he arrives, and he sees you, then he can call you to go in with him. I hope you understand.” The secretary explained politely. Jefferson bit his lower lip in frustration, and reluctantly walked over to the waiting seat. He began to think critically hard of what he could do because once Charles sees him here, he could throw him out. He tapped his feet constantly and at intervals, thinking of what to do until the secretary stood up from her seat, and went into the restroom. “Yes. That’s my cue.” He said, under his breath. With joy leaping in his heart, he scurried towards Charles’ room, although with light steps, and he got into his office. Jefferson didn’t waste any time admiring Charles’ office, and headed off to where Charles kept his stash of money. Soon, his eyes spotted a safe, and this made Jefferson, excited. “If you’re not going to give me the money, then I’m going to take it myself.” He spoke to the air, and moved closer to the safe. To his surprise, the safe wasn’t locked, and as he opened it, all he saw almost swept him off his feet. Jefferson's eyes widened in excitement as he thought about all he could use the money to do. And best still, he felt he was not going to be caught as he was going to pack as much as he could and as fast as he could. He began to pack the money into a bag which he brought along with him, in case of necessity. While packing the cash, he hummed happily, thinking of how he was going to shove all his achievement in the Adams' face. First, he needed that old prideful woman to feel regret for sending him out of the house like nobody.A wave of shock hit him as he noticed the door open slowly. His heart skipped a beat, and began to beat faster than usual as his eyes met with Charles' eyes. “What the hell are you doing here!” Charles said sharply under his breath, although in anger. “I… I… I… Look, this isn’t what you think. It’s not what it looks like.” Jefferson, stuttered as he ran out of words to say. Then Charles’ secretary rushed in, and began to apologize to Charles. “I’m sorry sir. I didn’t know that this man came in. He actually told me he had an appointment with you and would wait for you to get here. So, I went to the restroom to ease…” Charles raised his hand as a signal for her to stop talking. “Call the security to take this man out. No, let them take him to the station for attempted theft.” Charles instructed without a hint of mercy in his eyes. “Charles, you can’t do that. Look, I’m sorry I even got to your stash, and opened it. Just don’t hand me over to the cops.” “The more I allow you filthy people to go scot free for every sin or offense, the more you do annoying and unforgiveable things.” Charles voiced out sharply. Soon, the security men came in, and dragged Jefferson out of Charles’ office. “I won’t forgive you for this, Charles! I won’t!” Jefferson yelled in anger. Charles closed his stash, and walked over to his seat, and sat down. He exhaled, and clicked his tongue. “They are all nothing but idiots who are driven by money. You all will get your grave lessons from me.” Charles said as he picked up a few documents to go through. But a knock interrupted him. Charles looked up, and sighed, wondering who again was interrupting him. “Come in.” He urged, still staring at the door. As the person walked in, Charles wore a look of surprise as the person who he was never expecting to come over, was here. Mrs. Penny Adam.