"If you move one more step from where you are standing, Maryam, you will regret it," Jamal called over the microphone, and the steeliness in his voice made Maryam realize he was damn serious.
"So, I should just stay here; I wouldn't be here..." Maryam was saying when she felt intense heat on her skin, and when she looked at Carly, who had been silent all this time, Maryam could tell she was feeling the heat as well.
Maryam stared around with fear; she was not worried for herself but for her maid. Then she noticed the thin red lights pointing at them and rotating, and she recognized it instantly; she had watched enough crime movies to know that the thread of red light was a beam.
"Jamal, I know I shouldn't have done this. I will apologize, but please, the beam, it is hurting Carly, and it's not her fault; I forced her into this," Maryam's voice changed instantly from burning ire to being demure.
