Their Dilemma 7
Meanwhile, Mr. Denise Bailey's driver had gained speed ahead of the other drivers and those trekking to their various destinations. Soon, the driver was at the Island beside Mr. Denise Bailey's Tourist Center. He parked at the gate leading to the home of the indigent residents and waited for their new acquaintance to get off, to their revelation, he was not aware that he should get down. He was actually waiting for them to get off too. When he was not taking initiative, Mr. Phil Anderson, who was beside him, called his attention.
“We are home.”
He looked at his new friends with teary eyes whom he believed were beggars judging by their kind of car and look, but he had to cast his pride aside and ask for alms from beggars if he must survive
At Lorene's Apartment
At the close of work, Lorene got home happily expecting the man that will make her the first lady of the Bailey family. The doorbell's sound came at once, she dropped her purse on the table and walked back to open the door. She saw Mr. Stephen Bailey at the door, looking more handsome and confident.
“Wow! You look charming.”
She praised. Then, Mr. Stephen Bailey gave her a charming smile before he greeted.
“Good day to the woman who had stolen my heart.”
“Come in.”
She announced as she opened her arms and gave him a hug which ended with a kiss. She released him and offered.
“Please, take your seat. I will be back.”
“I will, but…”
He grabbed her hand and resumed another round of kissing. Then he whispered.
“… I will take you first. You satisfied me the way no one ever did.”
Lorene, whose sex drive suddenly increased after she got off bed with him that morning was elated with his commendation, she complied. Soon they were in their nature, and they took each other without remembering the lunch. They only took a break at dinner.
“I thought I have a high sex drive, but you proved me wrong.”
Mr. Stephen Bailey said while they were at the dinner table for their dinner. Lorene smiled shyly and asked
“What do you mean by I proved you wrong?”
He smiled in his Innocent way and responded.
“I was going gently with you because I felt you would be tired by now, but you are still as strong as a horse.”
“That made the two of us. I can cope.”
When Mr. Stephen Bailey was sampling women and searching for the right partner, he was actually looking for someone like Lorene. Unfortunately, she came up late. His high sex drive had made it difficult for him to establish and sustain a stable and quality relationships. When he said he was going gently with her, he was actually looking for someone else but, to satisfy her urge, and not ruin her day, he played along.
At The Tourist Center.
After Mr. Phil Anderson announced that we are home, Mr. Denise Bailey, who expected him to get off the car, turned and looked at him and observed that his eyes were moist. He was moved to see a beggar tearing up and had the compassion to help.
“What is the matter with you?”
Mr. Phil Anderson noticed the tears too and became willing to help, so he waited for his response. Jude allowed the tears to drop before he spoke.
“I am starving. I ate last yesterday morning.”
After he made his problem known, there was a pin drop silence for a few seconds before Mr. Denise Bailey spoke, turning to the driver.
“Take us to the Tourist Center.”
“All right, Young Master.”
Even though Jude was depressed, he was attentive enough to hear the driver address him as the Young Master. He stole a glance at him and mulled over his discovery.
'Are they not beggars? If not, who are they?'
Soon, he found himself in a place he never imagined existed, in Dover. A place with an unpolluted air, and the ambience is paradisiacal.
“Welcome, boss.”
The gate men greeted one after the other as they drove in. The Security officer who was waiting for him at the courtyard greeted.
“Good evening, boss. Good to see you.”
Mr. Denise Bailey rolled down the window glass and responded.
“Good evening, Officer. I brought my friend…”
He paused, turned to Jude and inquired with a smile.
“What is your name?”
Jude, who did not know whether he should address him as a Boss or Young Master, quickly chose the former.
“My name is Jude, boss.”
He turned to the Security Officer and continued.
“I brought my friend, Jude. Make sure he is comfortable. I will speak with you tomorrow.”
“Consider it done, boss.”
“You can go with him, Jude. Take care.”
“Thank you. Boss.”
He turned and looked at Mr. Phil Anderson, whom he also considered an important person, he returned his look with farewell.
“All right, Jude. See you some other time.”
He opened the door, got off the car and stood beside the Security Officer as they waited for them to move.
“We are returning home, officers.”
“It is noted, Young Master.”
They drove back to the Native Home and arrived after fifty minutes. The driver parked the car at the garage, and he collected the car key from him when they got off.
“Thank you. You can wait for me. I will take you to the gate.”
“All right, Young Master.”
Mr. Denise Bailey got into the house, dropped the car keys and picked his mother's office key and left.
“Good night, Young Master.”
The domestic staff members greeted.
“All right. Take care. If there is anything that needs my attention, don't hesitate to give me a call.”
“It is okay, Young Master.”
Mr. Denise Bailey drove to the gate and the Security Officer got off. Then, he drove Mr. Phil Anderson to his house after they took off their untidy wears and combed their hair before he returned home.
Then, the Police Squad who were on patrol went to the scene to maintain law and order retreated at once with their vehicles, when they heard 'explosive'.
It was the same story with the media crew, who could not pan their cameras. They dismantled their tripod stands and headed for the hills. Due to the turbulence, there was a grid lock on the street making the movement of vehicles impossible as some motorists ran off their vehicles shambolically leaving their ignitions on. The pedestrians, who were more interested in fleeing the arena, were reckless about traffic rules. They impetuously crossed the roads, leaving the motorists who just got off work dumbfounded.
Now, everyone in the race knew where they came from and where they were running to except Jude, who had momentarily forgotten that he had not had any meal since the previous. He was between death and Mr. Stephen Bailey, and he chose death.
“I will rather die than to be used by Mr. Stephen Bailey as a killer again.”
He mumbled as he kept running in the same direction with others. Suddenly, the expected happened, they heard a low and deep sound.
(Boom)
Now, the two angry visitors with knapsacks were running for their lives, too. When Jude sighted them, he ran along with them, having had a nodding conversance with them a few minutes ago. Meanwhile, the two visitors were running towards their jalopy, with the security officer on the driver's seat waiting for them at their agreed spot. They knew that the gridlock that the explosive will cause will not catch up with them from that spot. He opened the doors for them the moment he saw them coming towards him. Suddenly, they heard the voice they heard a few minutes ago at the resort.
“Hey! I think we are going the same way, can I get a ride from you?”
“Hop in.”
Mr. Denise Bailey said. Now, Jude got into the back seat and sat with Mr. Phil Anderson, who gave him a warm smile.
“We are going to the Island.”
“I got it, Young Master.”
Now, the driver took off in the midst of the disarray. Likewise, the large blast wave from the explosive had hit the buildings at the resort. The sounds of crackings in the walls were heard as they blew apart and the eight buildings in the resort including the underground collapsed at once with a big bang.
(Whack)
The beggars, the less privileged, the buskers and the people living with disabilities began to chant the information they hardly knew the source as they ran. The deaf among them began to run too, even though they didn't understand why they were running. The blinds held their aids hands tightly as they ran. Now, the news of the explosive had spread among the two thousand people, both patronizers and the angry visitors at the resort. The staff members who were hiding in the underground heard the warning too and ran out, scrambling to any escape routes. Meanwhile, the chanting increased and was coming from different directions.
“Run for your lives. Explosive.”
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