EVENING finally came, and Oswald returned home from a long day at work, his mind still preoccupied with the incident that happened at the office. The cold, calculating demeanor he usually wore had cracked, if only for a moment, when Dwayne had taken Orlanda away. The memory of her pleading eyes as she was cuffed and escorted out played on a loop in his head, but he quickly shook it off.

He had learned to control his emotions. Emotions made people weak, and weakness wasn't something he could afford, especially not with someone like Orlanda, a mere maid in his house. His mind briefly flicked back to the meal she...