"Did you send the houseboy out to get a charger for you?" Mrs. Wilson asked Tamira. Tamira was going to look at me but her mother wasn't making it easy for her. My heart was pounding as I eagerly waited for Tamira's answer, "yes" Tamera answered Mrs. Wilson. I opened my eyes which I had tightened shut and felt like a heavy weight was just lifted from me. "I sent him to buy me a charger. I'm buying it for one of my friends whose charger I cut so..." Tamira said to her mother. "Hold on." Mrs. Tamira said, moving away from the hand in which she held the charger so Tamira won't take it. "You sent him to buy the charger. I'm not arguing with that. But then, why did he have to take it from inside his room?" Mrs. Wilson questioned. "Uhh..." Tamira hung her mouth open, not sure of what to say. "Well?" Mrs. Wilson urged and crossed her arms in victory. "It was yesterday madam. I forgot to give it to miss Tamira here and it was later after she asked for it today that I remembered. And b

One of them opened the gates while I picked up Mr. Wilson from where I put him. Tamira's driver only got the car halfway in when the car suddenly stopped. Tamira rushed out of the car and came to meet me, "oh my God! Devon what happened to my father?! She asked me, touching all over his face. She looked at me, " And what happened with you?!" Tamira panicked. "Oh my God. No time to talk. Quickly! Put him in my car!" Tamira said and opened the door to the back seat of her car. She sat at the back with her dad. "Seat at the front Devon. We are going together." Tamira said to me. I sat in the front seat and Tamira turned to the driver, "take us to the hospital!" she ordered, tapping the driver's shoulder repeatedly. The driver backed the car into the road and zoomed off. "Oh, God. Please keep my father alive." Tamira said, her hands joined together and her eyes teary. "Your dad will be fine," I said to her, looking at her from the head mirror. I looked away when she looked back at m

"Your shoe sir," I answered. Xavier slapped me on the side of the head with the heel part of the shoes and lowered his hand after. "I know they are shoe dingbat. I want to know what the hell it is that you did with my Italian shoes." Xavier said to me. "I polished it, sir," I said to Xavier. "Polished it? You ruined them. Do you know how much these cost? Even your life will not ever be able to reach quarter the amount these shoe cost." Xavier told me. "Ugh. Now I can't wear these anymore. Throw them away." Xavier said and when I reached out to collect the shoes from him, he tossed them to the floor."Pick them up and throw them in the trash," he said and walked off. Oh how much I felt like spitting on that bastard but no. I just picked up the shoes, even when it was a clear insult, and I went out the gate to trash them. The security guards didn't stop me from going out. I guess what happened to their colleague left a mark. No one wants to get fired. I was about to put the shoes

"I don't think the houseboy would have been capable of making it to his room, or should I say attic, on time," Xavier replied. "You are right. Maybe it was something else." I replied. Xavier took the sack and left my room. Devon POV: Hearing all the confessions of Mrs. Wilson and her son, Xavier, I felt even more disgusted. They kill, steal, and destroy. They are devils that must most certainly perish with their evil deeds. It was lucky for me that I knew how to switch on the phone after it charged a bit. I had a gut feeling that I should take it with me while I followed Mrs. Wilson in secret to her room. I had turned on the voice recorder and everything she and her son said was recorded into my phone. My only regret was that it didn't charge enough to stay on. My phone beeped as the first warning of a low battery and I heard Mrs. Wilson order her son to check for who was at the door. I quickly hid deep into a dark corner and from there, I watched as Xavier came out and walked

Devon POV: The moment a man walked in with some machinery I knew that I was done for. My eyes caught Xavier's gaze and he grinned at me before going into the mansion with the man. After a while, a security guard came out, "where is the houseboy." some people looked around, just to locate and look at me. I raised my hand from amongst them and found my way to the security guard. He led me into the mansion and directly to Xavier. The man with the mobile machinery asked me to place my fingers on some sort of transparent surface. I did as he said and removed my fingers when I was told to. I felt like I was sweating buckets on the inside. "Yes sir. Your suspicion was right. This houseboy is responsible." the stranger said. I felt a lump form in my throat. Two-point-five million euros was not small money. I was sure to die now. Xavier looked at me with anger and hatred in his eyes, so fierce that you'd think it was a beast staring at you. "Sir. I didn't do it!" I denied it immediately