Trip to Dover - Kent 1

“Hello, Dr. Harper,” he greeted him after he picked up the call.

“Hello, Mr. Bailey. How is she?” the doctor inquired.

“That is why I called you. I'm scared doctor. She had been sleeping since we returned.”

“Yes. She needed to sleep. She had been under acute stress and antidepressant drugs will cool her nerves.”

“It is all right. Thank you, Doctor.”

“You are welcome.”

At this point, he walked back to the bedroom with a pen and a paper. Then, he reminisced about his encounter with the nurse at the hospital and chuckled.

“What could be her name?” He asked himself.

When he could not get an answer, he shrugged his shoulders and dropped a note for her all the same.

(Please, dear. I would have loved to be by your side, but I have to be at work. Your food is on the dining table. In case you need my attention, call my security man or the janitor, and they will reach out to me. Take care of yourself. Denise.)

Afterward, he dropped it beside her, walked back to the parlor, and looked around for the janitor to instruct him on what to do in his absence. When he could not find him, he walked to the veranda, where he met the security guard.

“John," he called out. 

“Yes, Boss.”

“Where is Caleb?” 

“Let me get him,” he promised and walked to the boys' quarters while Denise stood patiently and waited for them. 

Soon, John arrived with the janitor.

“Boss, you sent for me," the janitor said.

“Yes, Caleb. We have a visitor, and she is just out of the hospital. You must not be far away from the house."

“I got it, Boss.”

"Good. Whenever she wakes up, attend to her and call me if there's any challenge. Did you get me?”

“I got you, Boss.”

“That is good. I will be on my way.”

“See you later.”

At 3:30 PM, he left for work, hoping to be at the office by 4:00 PM.

At Seven Oaks – Evening

Louis was lying on the floor of his bedroom and was a shadow of himself because he had not had any food, coupled with his missing love. Due to his family upbringing, he was not the sociable type. That was why he had his first girlfriend at twenty-one and maintained her until date. He had the same character as Olivia, and that made the two of them. He recalled how he met her on the campus 

After she was discharged from the clinic that day, he drove her to the grocery shop and got enough fruit for her before he took her to the hostel. He never asked her to be his girlfriend, but she naturally became one. After he graduated, he was still visiting her in school. That day, part of him was gone, and he did not have any friends he could confide in apart from his cousin, Denise. Notwithstanding, he would not want to discuss such a dicey matter with him.

“Was she kidnapped on her way home?” He pondered, and many thoughts found their way to his mind as a result of that assumption.

“Where was she kept?”

“How many of them?”

“What would they be doing with her since last night?”

He tried her number again, but it was not connecting. Now, he began to cry profusely. His domestic staff members noticed that something was wrong, but could not pin it anywhere. 

“What could be bothering the boss?” Tony asked his colleague.

“I wish I had an idea; meanwhile, I feel we should find out.”

“I feel like that too but he has locked his door.”

“Let us find out all the same. He may need someone to talk to.”

“It is all right.”

They walked to the door of his bedroom and knocked several times but there was no response. They looked at each other and decided to call him. His phone rang numerous times before it cut. When they had exhausted every means of getting his attention, they used their last resort.

“We cannot watch him go through this and do nothing. We have to pull down the door," Ton declared.

“You are right, Tony.”

In less than ten minutes, the door was down, and they rushed in.

“What!” They screamed in unison.

At Denise's Apartment

On Sunday morning, as early as 6 AM, Freya, Denise's elder sister, drove into the compound without hindrance because the security guard had left the gate open.

She parked her car, got out of the car, looked at the unattended gate, and called out, “John.”  

The Security guard, who had been at the Boy's Quarters chatting with the janitor, appeared at once.

“Yes, Mrs. Anderson," he answered in trepidation before he greeted her, "You are welcome.”

 “Thank you, John. How are you?” 

“I'm fine, Mrs. Anderson. I am delighted to see you,” he answered happily.

“Why were you not at the gate, John?” she looked into his eyes and asked.

“I'm sorry, Mrs. Anderson.”

“Why was the gate not locked? Are you sorry as well?” she asked him with an angry face.

Now, John was speechless and Mrs. Anderson continued, “Be careful, John. If you must leave the gate, make sure it is locked.”

“I have taken note, Mrs. Anderson.”

“That is good to hear. By the way, where is your boss? His car is not here.”

“He has gone to work.”

“Work! Why so early?” she asked him and looked at her wristwatch.

“No, Mrs. Anderson. He left yesterday. He is on PM Shift," John corrected her. 

“Oh! I see," she said and walked to the door. 

She attempted to open it with her key but to her surprise, the door was not locked. Then, she pushed it and walked in. 

While in the sitting room, she muttered, “Why did he leave the door open? This is quite unlike him.”

 Now, she walked to the dining table, opened the dishes, and remarked, “He did not even eat before leaving for work.”

Now, she hissed and climbed the staircase leisurely. She got to the bedroom and was amazed.

“A girl? In Denise's bedroom?” She exclaimed when she saw Olivia lying helplessly on the bed.

Then she walked in to take a good look at her, but what she saw scared her out of her common sense.

“What?” She shouted. 

At once, she dropped her purse on the bed and rushed to her. She raised her numb hand and attempted to lift her.

“Oh my God! Why should Denise be so careless?” She thought and rushed Olivia to her car.

Instantly, she drove off hastily to her family doctor. The two domestic staff who Denise entrusted Olivia into their care watched her drive off. They never had the wisdom to even call him to inform him of the latest. 

At Freya's Family Clinic

“What is her name?” The nurse asked when she attempted to fill out the patient's card. 

Freya hesitated but the nurse insisted and repeated, “I mean her name, Mrs. Anderson.”

Freya reluctantly supplied a name that was suitable for Olivia's looks.

“Angel.”

“I see. The surname, please.”

“Denise,” she said and saved herself from the embarrassment.

The nurse filled out the form and left with it in a jiffy. Later, the doctor invited Freya to his office for a chat.

“Mrs. Anderson, there is no cause for alarm. Everything is under control,” he encouraged her.

She breathed freely and he continued, “She needs a lot of rest and ensure that she takes her drugs. Let her eat more fruits and vegetables.”

“I got it.”

“When you get home now, give her a warm beverage and let her take a warm bath.”

“It is noted, Doctor.”

“Good. Kindly collect her prescriptions from the pharmacy.”

“I will do that, Doctor.”

“Good.”

"Thank you so much, Doctor, for your concern. We will be on our way.”

“It is all right. Take care of her.”

At that point, Olivia was starving, but she could walk. Then, she began to sob as Freya guided her to

the car and encouraged her, “Stop crying, my dear. Everything will be all right.”