Desperate Measures!

Episode 1

  " It's DCM, (Dilated cardiomyopathy)"the doctor spoke and it felt like it was a dream to her. Emily blinked again as if she didn't understand what the doctor said but she did. She knew exactly what that meant, her heart started beating fast against her chest but she ignored it pinching her fingers.

      

  " What's that doctor? Is it...that bad, will my mother not be able to recover from it?" Lilly asked desperately.

        

  " DCM, also known as 'Broken Heart Syndrome'.This condition is triggered by intense emotional stress, such as depression, sadness, grief, or loss, which can cause the heart muscle to weaken and lead to heart failure..."

        

 " So can it be treated?, will my mother be okay?" Lilly cut him off.

        

 " Lilly, calm down. Let's hear what the doctor have to say first" Emily said calmly.

        

  " Yes it can be treated through surgery" he answered and they sighed out of relief.

        

" doctor, how much will it cost for the surgery?" Emily asked fearfully,

        

" The surgery will cost about, two million dollars." He said and her heart dropped again.

        

  Two million dollars, where was she to gather that kind of amount from. Her dad the sole bread winner of their family just passed away in a car accident during one of his business trips four months ago leaving the whole load of the family for her, and she's just twenty years old.

        

 ". I suggest you do the surgery on time or else...your mother will suffer in pain and become too weak to carry out the surgery" the doctor said one last time before leaving the two girls to thier fate.

        

   " What are we going to do now Emily... Where are we going to get that money from" 17 year old lily asked crying. Emily hugged her, as much as her heart is hurting she can't break down because she has to be strong for her sister.

        

 " don't worry I'll figure it out lily" she said calmly but her mind was racing with different thoughts.

        

 Two days later.

*

* Lily watched as Emily dressed up to go out again. She looked at the time, it was already 10pm.

        

     " Am going now lily don't forget to lock the door well before you go to bed" she said and carried her bag.

        

  " Where exactly are you going to Emily? Lily asked, her eyes narrowed as she faced her sister.

        

   " To work what else..."

        

 " Which work exactly Emily?, it's 10 pm for crying out loud. What do you do outside by this time of the night!" Lily asked,

        

   " Lily, you don't need to know just do what I tell you to do" Emily said and turned to leave.

        

      " So much for being the model sister" lily scoffed, her voice full of sarcasm. Emily turned.

        

 " What did you just say?" She asked and Lily came closer to her.

        

 " Aren't I right?, You've always been a model sister the best daughter of our parents while me, I always cause trouble and worry our parents...our parents always told me to look up to you but now look at you... you're even worse than me" she said her voice dripping with sarcasm.

        

  " Mind your language Lily am your older sister..."

        

      " But you haven't been acting like one ever since dad died!" Lily snapped cutting her off.

        

       " You always go out at night without telling me where exactly you're going to! I don't know what you do and I don't care but!... Can't you at least... give our mother some thought huh?" She said, her eyes getting watery. Emily's brows narrowed as she looked at her sister with clenched fist.

        

 " So what do you want me to do? Should I stay with you here and do nothing but watch mum die!, What exactly do you want from me lily...you have no idea how hard am trying so!... just shut up and go sleep!" Emily yelled and left.

        

★ Club House 

Fat Boss, Mr. Johnson, sat behind his massive desk, a self-satisfied grin spreading across his round face as he counted his stacks of cash. His eyes gleamed with excitement, and his thick fingers moved with a glee that made Emily's skin crawl.

" Ha I love the smell of money !" he chuckled, his belly jiggling with each laugh. "

Emily stood before him irritated by the sight of him and his office but she dared not show it on her face . 

        

Mr. Johnson's looked up his expression turned cold, he glared at Emily. "What do you want?" he growled, 

Emily took a deep breath before speaking, her voice trembling slightly. "Please, sir... I need to borrow some money for my mom's surgery..."

Mr. Johnson's face turned red with anger, and he slammed his fist on the table, making Emily jump. "Again with this topic? I already said no! Leave and get ready for your shift, you're on in half an hour!"

Emily's eyes welled up with tears as she fell to her knees, her hands clasped together in desperation. "Please, sir... have mercy. I'll do anything, just please help me save my mom..."

Mr. Johnson sneered at her, his voice venomous. "You still owe me money for paying your sister's school fees and your dad's treatment. And now you want more? You haven't even finished paying off your debt, and you're asking for more? You're like a bottomless pit, gray eyes. I'm not a charity!"

Emily's face contorted in anguish as she begged, her voice cracking. "Please, sir... I'll do anything. I'll work extra shifts, I'll do anything you want, just please help me..."

Mr. Johnson's smiled when he heard that. He approached Emily, his eyes gleaming with a cunning light. "Ah, stand up, my dear. I have a job for you, one that requires your... particular talents."

Emily's eyes narrowed, her instincts screaming at her to be cautious. "What kind of job, boss?" she asked warily.

"One of our most valuable customers has been admiring you for a while now and...."

Emily's face twisted in disgust and she cut him and. "Boss, I already told you I can't sleep with anyone. I'm just a dancer here"

Mr. Johnson's smile faltered for a moment before he continued, his voice smooth as silk.

      "Oh, no, no, no, my dear. I'm not asking you to sleep with him." He chuckled, 

       "Tonight, he and his friends will be here, and I want you to dance for them. If you impress him, you'll be invited to dance privately for him in his booked room. And if you... please him, you'll be handsomely rewarded. Enough to pay for your mother's surgery, and then some."

Emily's heart sank, her mind racing with the implications. She knew he might be lying to get her to agree but the thought of saving her mother was strong.

        * I'll do it, I'll save mother pay this dirty man's debt and finally...leave this hell of a place* she took a deep breath before looking at him.

        

        " Okay, I'll do it." She said her eyes glowing with determination.

        

      " Good! Absolutely good Emily hahahaha" Mr Johnson laughed his big round stomach shaking up and down.

        

  Tbc...