“Yes, Young Master.”
“Okay. Don't grant him access to the estate anymore. Did you get me?”
“Yes, Young Master. But he is still in the estate.”
“What?”
“Yes. He is yet to take his leave.”
“Where could he be? Father said he had left his apartment.”
“We have not seen him.”
“Then, comb the estate and arrest him for loitering and suspicious movement. I'm on my way.”
“All right, Young Master.”
At the Bailey Native Home
That Saturday was a nightmare in the life of Stephen. After he left Arthur's apartment, he got into his car and began to grumble and curse. When he got tired of fighting someone stronger than him, he deemed it fit to robe himself with more troubles and put a call across to Denise, which he regretted. After Denise scorned him, he rested his head on his car steering for a few minutes and pondered on the discussion he had with Arthur a few minutes ago.
