Maya hovered over the handyman as he fixed the broken wooden staircase.
"Ma'am," he said, his face creased with a frown, "there are screwdriver marks around the nail holes."
Maya knits her brows, grimacing. "A screwdriver?"
"Yes, the wood isn't worn out. From my observation, a screwdriver was used to loosen the nails," the handyman explained. "Ma'am, I suggest you report this to the police. Someone did this to harm you," he ominously advised.
Maya fell silent, lost in thought as her mind drifted to Soraya. Soraya had been acting strangely last night, and Maya had no doubt that Soraya was the culprit. Soraya had been quite deadly serious when she said she would eliminate any girl who posed a threat to her ambition of becoming the future Mrs Black.
