Their Dilemma 6
At Mr. Stephen Bailey's Resort.
At 4 pm, irregular visitors began to arrive at the resort. The staff of the resort were surprised to see such group of people who were not qualified to visit the resort. They were poorly dressed and famished. The resort manager and his colleagues observed them as they troop in with trepidation.
“What are they looking for?”
The resort manager asked one of the staff members.
“I wouldn't know. This is my first time of seeing them.”
Then, the resort manager walked up to one of the visitors, looking down on his nose at him.
“How may we help you, please?”
The manager dared to ask and waited for a response. To his dismay, the visitor did not respond nor cast a glance at him. After waiting for a few minutes, he moved over to another visitor and got the same treatment. Now, he was lost of the next thing to do. At that point, the number of the visitors that began by tricking in had multiplied and outnumbered the staff members.
However, after the visitors waited for thirty minutes and did not get what they hoped to get, they began to throw a tantrum.
“Where is our money. We need our money.”
For the first time, the staff members learned that these irregular visitors were the people that the government held in high esteem, who must not be offended. Some of them were the less privileged members of the society, people living with disabilities, buskers, and beggars who the government handle with care. The first person who the manager asked a question was living with hearing and speech disabilities, while the second person had just speech disability; he could hear but could not talk.
Then, Mr. Stephen Bailey was at the home of his new-found lover for a weekend blast. The staff members could not explain anything to the uninvited guests, nor did they have any idea of the money they were referring to.
Under the inimical prevailing circumstances, the only person who could stand in the place of the boss was Jude, his hitman, who had been starving since they returned from the registry the previous day. While he was drowning with despair and helplessness, one of the staff members rushed into the underground and called out, screaming and scampering.
“Jude.”
The surge from the staff member's voice jolted Jude up from his seat. He was feeble and tired, but the fear of the unknown helped him to muster strength.
“Yes?”
He answered the resort manager who was already standing in front of with the other staff member.
“Jude, please come. I don't understand what these people are saying.”
“Which people?”
“Just come with me.”
Now, Jude followed him obediently, but before they could get to the park, they began to hear the uninvited guests clamoring for attention.
“Give us our money. You are taking advantage of us.”
Then, Jude turned and looked at the resort manager and asked.
“Which money are they talking about?”
“I wish I knew. Maybe the boss had promised to give them some money?”
Subsequently, Jude, who saw this as an opportunity to escape, took the only decision that seemed to make sense to the resort manager.
“Listen carefully manger. The boss is not around, and we have to act fast. Gather all your staff members and hide in the underground. I will disguise like one of them and slip into their midst. That is the only way I can get the true picture of what is going on.”
“It is okay. I will do that.”
Jude walked back to the underground and disguised by ruffling his hair and made it look disheveled. Then, he removed the shirt he wore to the court the previous day and put on untidy clothes. Afterwards, he picked his phone which was his only property apart from his clothes, put it in his pocket and began to navigate his way to the park through another route. Then, he met two angry visitors who were holding their backpacks on that route too who were more anxious than others, chatting louder.
“We are not going to leave unless we get our money.”
The chanting increased as the number of people had multiplied before he appeared at the park. Now, his voice became the loudest.
“Yes, we are not going to leave. We need our money.”
One of the visitors holding a knapsack beside him agreed with him.
“Yes. These people are rogues. The government had given them money to give to us, but they are trying to cheat us.”
Another visitor with a backpack concurred immediately.
“Yes, I saw the beggars that had collected theirs yesterday, five hundred each.”
Then, Jude played along.
“Wow! Five hundred? That is good. They must be joking, we need our money. Otherwise, we are not going to let them have fresh air”
At that juncture, Jude had blended with the angry visitors and his escape was certain.
At The Airport.
Mr. Denise Bailey parked at the car park, ignoring the mockery look on the faces of others over their car. Then, Denise teased.
“Look at how they are looking at me. Is it easy to drive a car that is five decades older than me?”
They laughed in excitement. Meanwhile, Mr. Arthur Bailey was happy with the way Denise felt about the car. So, he added.
“You are right, son. I don't think their grandparents were wise enough to preserve theirs.”
Now, Mr. Phil Anderson and Mr. Denise Bailey were itching to be alone because they still had a lot to discuss.
“Father, will you wait in the car or at the lobby?”
Denise asked as he opened the car door, attempted to get off the car. Phil had done the same, too.
“Don't bother. We will be at the lobby soon.”
“All right, father.”
They walked away to a conducive place and sat down. Mr. Arthur Bailey looked at Nichole, who was reading a magazine beside him, and called out.
“My baby.”
Nichole smiled and looked at him and saw two sexy eyes staring at her. Then, Mr. Arthur Bailey continued.
“Could you remember the day we brought Julie to the airport?”
Nichole, who was moved with compassion, inched closer to him, held his left hand and spoke in a muted tone.
“I am deeply sorry. I was inconsiderate to have left unannounced.”
(Peck)
“It was not your fault. Any woman would have behaved that way.”
She looked into his eyes and asked.
“How did you feel when you discovered that I was missing?”
Mr. Arthur Bailey chuckled and inquired.
“Do you really want to know? I wanted us to come earlier so that I can tell you how I feel. The memory and the urge I had that day is still fresh”
He dragged her slowly to his chest and gave her a warm kiss which Nichole reciprocated to with eagerness.
“I love you so much, Nichole.”
He said after he released her. Nichole locked eyes with him and mumbled.
“Your love makes me stronger and proud. I love you, my Prince Charming.”
(Peck)
“Let's go down so that the young men would return home.”
“Okay, dear.”
She began to adjust her hair. Mr. Arthur Bailey looked at her hair and announced.
“Your hair is fine. Let's go.”
They got down from the car. Like lightening, Mr. Denise Bailey and Mr. Phil Anderson appeared and opened the car trunk, removed their luggage, and they walked to the lobby. When they had ensured that their parents had settled down, Denise pleaded while Mr. Phil Anderson looked on.
“Father, mom, if there is no other thing you would want us to do, we would like to take our leave.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey looked at his wife for opinion, and she nodded her assent
“It's all right. I think we are okay. You can take your leave. Safe trip.”
“Thank you, Phil and Denise. I will call the security to inform him that I left something in my office and that you would pick it for me.”
“All right, mom, fair trip.”
(Hugs)
They bade each other farewells and dispersed. Denise and Phil walked briskly back to the car and Mr. Phil Anderson collected the keys from Denise, got into the driver's seat, and they drove off. They were beginning to be proud of their jalopy, and they rode with pride.
They drove back happily and fine-tuning their plans. Soon, they were at Dover.
At The Bailey Native Home
They quickly parked as they got to the native home. Denise got off the jalopy, walked to his car and picked two backpacks and quickly got back to meet Mr. Phil Anderson in the car. They changed into untidy clothes and ruffled their heads, when they were contented with their looks, Mr. Phil Anderson reversed and drove to the gate.
“Officer.”
Mr. Denise Bailey called out.
“Yes, Young Master.”
The security officer, who was surprised with their looks, walked to him.
“Get into the car.”
The security officer got into the back seat, and they drove off.
At Mr. Stephen Bailey's Resort
Now, Jude had integrated with the angry visitors and kept on shouting. He increased the tempo of his chatting the more while he was slipping into the crowd. The two angry visitors with the backpacks who were at the different ends of the resort began to scream.
“Run for your lives. They had planted an explosive. They want to kill all of us.”
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