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"Instead," he continued, a cruel smile touching his lips, "you will work for me. Not as a waitress. You will come to my house. You will clean my floors. You will be my private maid until I decide the debt is paid. If you miss a single day, or if you try to run, I will make sure your family back in …

"Instead," he continued, a cruel smile touching his lips, "you will work for me. Not as a waitress. You will come to my house. You will clean my floors. You will be my private maid until I decide the debt is paid. If you miss a single day, or if you try to run, I will make sure your family back in Lagos feels the weight of my shadow." Nola felt like the floor was falling away. She was trapped. She looked at the powerful man walking away from her, his broad shoulders moving with total confidence.