Conrad stood stock still, unsure what to do next. “I fucking had my card on our table. You, what's your fucking name? I know you have it.” Xander raged, his face looking all bloated and red with some righteous anger. Conrad looked around, befuddled but already thinking up ways to get out of this. “No, Sir. I assure you, I would never dare to steal from you.I could never steal from our patrons.”Xander arched a heavy eyebrow. “You could never steal from the patrons but you do steal elsewhere you mean?”Conrad wondered how he had just raced to that conclusion. He shook his head vigorously, assuming an innocent, long suffering expression. “I swear, I do not rob people. I didn't see your card on that table, Sir.”Xander grabbed Sam by the shoulder, shaking the poor man. “This is the scum you put here to work for my father, Sam. You're responsible for this arrogant thief's insolence! I even caught him clearly flirting with my girlfriend.”The truth of the situation dawned on Conrad. Xand

Conrad was relieved to find himself free to finish his shift for the day, before heading home. He worked in shifts on the upper floors of the hotel as housekeeping, and then in the restaurant as a waiter. He changed into the cleaner's uniform and proceeded to clean the rooms assigned to him.“Hey, Conrad!” The head matron called.“Yeah?”“I forgot to tell you, a couple in one of the other couple suites checked out some time ago. We need you to go clean up the room. “Of course. They're gone, right? There's no chance of me running into them?” Conrad asked. He had once walked into a room and the couple had given him the insult of his life. His salary for that month was cut.“Yeah, they are gone. Just grab your stuff and go clean it. Another couple just booked the room. They are one hour away.” “What room is it?” Conrad asked, walking backward.“Room 215.” Conrad nodded and went into the employee room. He changed into his uniform and grabbed his cleaning cart. His phone pinged and he

She rolled her eyes and placed a hand on her hip, kissing her teeth before looking at Conrad condescendingly.No one talked for a moment and no one moved, until the girl broke the silence.“Conrad?” The old man asked.“This is your boyfriend?” The older man queried Laura, looking Conrad up and down with beady eyes. “Yeah. Can you give us a sec babe?” That seemed to draw Conrad from his shock. How could she be calling another man babe when he was standing right in front of her?“Babe?” Conrad whispered, a part of him still not believing what he was witnessing. The man walked away. Conrad didn't know if he was shocked or angry. “What are you doing here, Conrad?” The girl asked.“What…what am I doing here? I should be the one asking you that Laura. What the hell are you doing here? You told me you had to work?” Conrad shouted.“I did have work. Here at the hotel.” Laura snapped at him.“So you pushed our plans to have sex with your boss?” Conrad asked, his face a mask of disbelief.“

“If you want to lie to me then you have to stop mentioning my late father in your business.” He muttered to himself summoning up the courage to find his house.Every thought of what had transpired in the past few hours questioned his sanity from him almost getting convicted by the police for a crime he knew nothing about and when he thought he had been set free he got the biggest shock of his life. Who would I’ve thought that the girl who“You think he can m he had sacrificed both his money and attention would jilt on him with another man?“Gosh! What crime did I do by loving someone affectionately?” He kicked the trash can standing at the right wing of his door.He tried fighting back the tears that were welling up in his eyes so he wouldn’t break down since he was about to make his way into his apartment. But, the moment he rested his hands on the wall with his head placed on the wall he broke down in tears mixed with a feeling of regret and betrayal.“Is it a crime to be dining wit

“Conrad, why are you bringing up your father's name into our harmless conversation?” His mother drifted away from him, staring into his eyes in amusement. “Mother, I want you to answer the damn question and stop acting all weird to me.” “Conrad, I think I'd leave you here all alone and go back to whatever I was doing in the kitchen before you showed up.”He stood up from the couch where he laid and pulled his mother from her arms, “Mother, I need an answer right away. You can't keep shoving off this question anytime I ask you.”“What more do you want me to say, Conrad? I don't have anything else to tell you. Now, can you take your hands off me? You are hurting me.” She beckoned on him calmly. Conrad still felt unsatisfied with his mother's responses. He was getting sick and tired of his mother avoiding conversation that requires his father's name in there. All efforts to force her speak the truth that she has been hoarding in her heart for far too long were not futile. “Mother, if