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As the evening sky turned darker, in this tranquil suburb, Sandra was dragging her worn suitcase away from the imposing house of Derick. She could not get recent events out of her mind and this sting was too heavy on her heart. She lost her culinary job, which she loved. It isn't my fault they find me sexy. He wanted to claim her as his own, but his wife found out, and of course, he turned the story around, placing the blame on her for it.

Being the cook and third party, the wife was on her husband's side, and they threw her out of the house with nothing more than the clothes she had and the one she was wearing, no compensation pay. His last words to her as she packed her things in tears were,

None of this would have happened if only you let me have you." The evil parting words of Robert resounded in her ears.

Over the years, Sandra realizes and finds herself viewing it, most men making her feel she is being sold. They all wanted the same thing: for her to feel that she belonged to them; this disgusted her. She had nowhere to go since being their cook meant she was living with them and wasn't worrying about seeking accommodation.

Sandra walked aimlessly on the streets, having no destination in mind and clueless on what to do next. After a few hours, it turned out dark yet she still didn't know where to go, much less sleep over for the night.

Sandra was getting desperate; she took her phone out of her pocket. She had gotten the phone a few months ago. She dialed the only number saved on it, which was Sharon's contact. She had met her while working as a housemaid at her last job. Although Sharon quit the job weeks after Sandra started, they formed a bond, and she gave Sandra her number so they could stay in touch.

She never thought of calling her until today. The phone rang; on hearing Sharon's voice, Sandra felt relieved; tears filled the corners of her eyes.

"Hello Sharon," she voiced out, her voice trembling with emotion.

"Oh my God, Sandra, is that you?" Sharon asked, her voice impatient and full of concern.

"Yeah, it's me. I need your help, I am stranded. Can you please come pick me up," she pleaded, tears now flowing freely.

"Sure, of course, I will come there now. Tell me where you are, I will be there right away," her voice sounded like a caring mother.

Sandra smiled and quickly sent her the address. She sat at a point on the roadside, shivering in the harsh cold as she waited for Sharon.

A few minutes later, she heard the distant sound of a car coming. She saw Sharon inside, opened the door, and got in right away as she felt thankful. While driving, Sandra drove deep in thought, "The last time I checked, Sharon was working as a maid with me; it is nearly impossible for her to afford a car," she said to herself.

"It's all right, I'm here now," she soothed and rubbed her shoulders tenderly.

Gently turning the wheel, Sharon drove her far from the approaching darkness of insecurity. She was surprised when Sharon took her to her new home, a mini-mansion. Surprised how she got it, Sandra's heart hesitated between desperation and aggressive need to survive as she explained her proposition.

"What!" she exclaimed after she laid out her plan.