Chapter 7

After cleaning the room, he was about to return to his room when his wife stopped him on the way with Mia in her arms.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"To my room, I'm tired."

"Hmm," she scoffed. "When you didn't bring in the right amount of money, you want to go and sleep?"

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Good, you asked what you're supposed to do?"

"Yes," he nodded.

"You're gonna go downstairs now, pick up the car key from the table, go back to work. You have to complete your deliveries and receive payment. I can't handle an under-return of cash. I need sufficient money."

"I don't get you? I should make deliveries tonight?"

"You want to disagree with me? From now on you will be delivering to customers both day and night since you can't make the adequate turn-up in the day only. Go now!" She screamed.

"Please let me take my shirt from my room!" He asked. She hit him hard in the back as he passed her. A sigh of regret escaped her throat, she was so tired of him. Clinton came back dressed to still meet her, staring at him with her wicked eyes, she was an epitome of the devil's daughter herself, he was laughing at her right inside him and would reward her for all she was doing to him when the right time came.

"Make sure you make between seven hundred dollars to one thousand, five hundred dollars. I wouldn't let you sleep in my house if you don't do that. Come back before twelve midnight, lest you'll sleep in the car. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mara!"

"Hey, for your information, never call me by my name. It's either you call me ma'am or you simply answer what I ask you, don't you have respect or do you think I'm in your poor, useless class?"

"No ma'am, I'm sorry."

"Will you disappear from my sight now! I don't wanna see you in a second lest my anger descends on you.." Clinton hurriedly descended the stairs before the second she talked of. He went to the parlor, he saw the key on the table, he picked it up and exited the apartment. It had started raining outside, he couldn't hear this from within.

"This' the weather I'm supposed to be inside sleeping on my bed or watching the TV with my wife but she's the same person pushing me to do more work when I'm clearly exhausted. No worries, I'll soon be the one to punish her, I'll punish her more than this." He vowed to himself as he got into the car and drove off.

The rain got heavier on the streets but it was not out to get deliveries done rather he was going to meet his dad at his estate. He had initially thought of Mara sending him away in the night to go and work more, bringing more money as a disadvantage until his dad came to mind and he realized he could actually use this chance to visit him. He messaged him with his little phone, alerting them to open the gate for him. Within thirty minutes, he arrived but it was not the company he was going to, rather his residential estate which shared a fence with the company. Both are quite massive but the company is more since it is a production firm.

He stopped the car at the garage, the security personnel stood before him with an umbrella to escort him inside. Now he was treated differently, with respect, not like the last time he came here where he was an ordinary driver. He sighed inside him, looking at the honor he was getting here but when he returned to his wife and mother-in-law, they treated him like trash.

When he passed through the glass door at the entrance of the building, the personnel went back. He walked into the elevator. He couldn't stop admiring the beautiful atmosphere at each of the floors, it seemed like a dream to him that all these belonged to him, from his father.

Darlington stood at the foot of the last floor to welcome him.

"Welcome my son," he stretched out his hands into an embrace for him. He got into it and his dad hugged him tight. "Why are you wet?"

"I was under the rain before coming here, dad."

"What do you mean? I'm surprised to hear this."

"I walked from my wife's apartment to the taxi which is parked at the garage, then it was still raining, that's why I'm wet."

"What the hell is she thinking she's doing! Why is she treating you like a slave?" Clinton tried to calm his dad down, he already had his plan.

"Dad, I'm her slave but soon, she'll become my slave."

"I don't get what you're trying to do, why are you enduring all these even when you've found wealth and your true status?"

"Dad, you asked me about this and I told you, you know the type of person Mara is and her mother, if I'm willing to still stay with her, you should know what is in my mind."

"Well, but for how long? I wish you don't die one day due to this tortures they're giving you."

"Don't say that dad, my newly discovered status makes me so strong even in the midst of the numerous difficulties that come my way. I know soon those who are torturing me will come to kneel at my feet."

"I support you, can't wait to experience that." Darlington jumped screaming a 'yay.' He was so happy and lively now he had found his son, earlier he was worried over giving out all his possessions to a charity, servant or the government. All those anxieties are history now, he was more glad than ever. "I came to welcome you, also our conversation today would be very special, I've got something to show you."

"Wow, really? What's that?" Clinton asked?

"It's gonna be a surprise, you should calmly wait to see it."

He pulled him by the wrist through the verandah which is transparent and you can see the ground many meters away from up, the streets are glowing with golden lights, the streets on the estate. From the last floor, he could see that the estate looked so much like a city, he mistook the streets to be the outside environment.

"I have a lot of information to share with you, a lot of things to show you."

"But dad, I need to return before midnight, so I can meet up to the time that wicked wife stipulated for me. She decreed this least I sleep outside. I'm just laughing at her foolishness and ignorance."

"Hmmm, this' 8:45 PM. Don't worry, not everything will be done today."

"That's better dad." He hastened his steps following closely behind into an underground with his dad leading the way.