When Elisa stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. Immediately her eyes greeted the gory scene about few steps away from her, she almost crashed into the door behind her. Pressing her back to the door in dread and horror. Her face suddenly grew pale, her eyes weary. The pupils were bulging so heavily and actively at the sockets. Her hands clasped to her mouth; she had just seen what was close to a ghost; the body of a dead man. Jada opened her mouth but couldn't find the words. She knew she should explain to her, but the words were betraying. They were not willing to be rolled out. One of the questions that Jada wanted to ask was what Elisa was doing there, but of course she knew that that wasn't an important question. "I can explain."Jada finally found the words which had been remote. Though her words said how intentional she was about whatever she had in mind, but her eyes was saying something else. "Elisa I can explain."Jada had seen the way Elisa reacted when

"How would you explain yourself?"The cop asked Jada who had no idea how to answer the question. She knew that there were quite a number of things which she couldn't say, yet she couldn't afford keeping mute. "I'll do the talking. Leave her out of it. After all, I'm the manager of the company. And as far as I remember, I didn't recall calling the police."Elisa took a pause, looking from the head of the police to the toe. "By the way, how did you make your way in here? I'm a hundred percent certain that I've never seen you in my entire life."The officer stared at Elisa for a while. Elisa's face was inquisitive. She was doing all she could to put Jada's mind at rest. She could tell from the look in Jada's face that she could pass out anytime from that moment. The officer looked away from Elisa to Jada. "Your temporary detention period is over. I'll be taking you to the station."He announced, as though Elisa's argument meant nothing to him. "You can't do that, officer."Elisa had

"What's happening?""Someone tell me that I'm not hallucinating.""Perhaps my mind is playing a trick on me?""I don't understand how this could be possible?""I can't wrap my head around it.""Me too. It seems too good to be true!""Too good or too strange? I mean, who could had thought about it?"The eight girls took turns talking about what they had wanted to talk about all along. The eight girls were gathered in their hotel room, looking from one person to the other. "Damien?""How?""Where did he get the money?"There was more of confusion than shock in their faces. Obviously, they were still having hard times getting over what they experienced in the multipurpose Hall. It was too good to be true. "Were we wrong about him? Could it be that he was a billionaire in disguise all along? Has he been tolerating us even though he was super rich?""Now I feel like a total mess. How could I have acted towards him in such manner?"Lisa was the first to speak so openly, seconding what La

"What do you think he has in mind?""Why do you think he wants to speak with us alone?""Does he want to make us pay?""If that's the case, then he's been kind.""Kind you said?""Of course... he could had disgraced us before that sassy manager.""But we might be wrong too."Damien had no idea what they had in mind. To think that they had meant all what they had said as whispers was quite funny to him. Perhaps, their words didn't occur to him as whispers because of his super sensitive hearing aid. But he couldn't dwell on that. When he turned back to the girls, he could see that they were trying to shuffle, an attempt to disappear into one another? Like they were trying to get absorbed by their neighbors. Damien had a reason by putting a great responsibility on them. The truth was, he didn't want to get rid of them. If he wanted to, he would had done that long ago. What he had in mind was to bring out maturity out of them. They were too simple minded and thoughtless for his liking

The MSS, Municipal Security Service, was the top tier security agency in the country. Not even the cops or FBI came close to the kind of authority they commanded in affairs of the states. They were usually men who looked too good to be government workers who carry out the most intricate and delicate work of the state. And they were not seen just anywhere. They were sent to places that the police couldn't visit. Their main concern usually was the most random and uncivil thing happening in the country. What was more interesting about them was the fact that, they neither charge to court nor take bails. They had their ways. Damien walked out of the elevator and towards the door of the office of the manager. There were so many questions to ask himself but he didn't. He only let the questions have a chance in his mind;How did the MSS get to know about it? Was there any media personnel disguising as one of the CEO'S? Those were the sensible questions to ask, but they seemed pretty remot