“Then I'll grab a shower first. I'll need something to change into."

"Yes, Erica. I'll only be a moment!" Paige answered with a smile.

When Erica finished bathing and changed into clean clothes, Matthew still hadn't come back yet. She had to call him.

“Hi, honey. You busy now?" she asked.

"Yes. What's wrong?" he asked in reply.

“Nothing. I was just wondering. I'll let you get back to work. I know you're busy. Call me back when you're done?" Erica didn't want to interrupt his work, so she didn't tell him what was up right away

"Yeah. I'll be along shortly."

After hanging up the phone, Erica stowed the drone in Matthew's Lounge and went to her studio.

This was where the corporate photographers mainly plied their trade.

The company made extensive use of photography and videography used to promote their brands, products and services. Each person had a part to play. Some documented social events. Others specialized in portraits or even head shots. They all created visual content for company newsletters, quarterly reports, and marketing materials.

Erica strolled around the studio. She didn't have to wait long. Matthew called her about ten minutes Later.

Phone in hand, she walked into her largely unused cubicle. She secured a hands-free set and connected to her phone. Erica couldn't wait to ask, "Honey, guess who I saw at Parasol Resort?"

Frowning, Matthew asked, "Did you go to the Parasol Resort alone?"

"Yeah, but don't worry. I just used the drone to snap a few pics; I didn't show up in person."

“Okay. By the way, who did you see?" he asked

“Neville Cruz! Watkins' dad! So? Are you surprised?" she asked. She actually saw Watkins’ father at Parasol Resort.

As far as she knew, after staying in the small village for two years,

Watkins had been secretly sent to America. Matthew knew that. He hadn't gotten where he was by being stupid. He Let him go only because Watkins hadn't started anything. He kept his head down for two years

Camille married the famer who lived next door to Watkins. Her mother-in-law was from hell. She had her doing all kinds of housework.

Indeed, she taught her how to do the housework. But still, she didn't like Camille at all.

When the poor farmer found out Camille and Watkins were ex-lovers, he hatched a devious plan. He moved their bedroom so they'd be close to

Watkins, separated by only a single, thin wall. He tortured Camille in bed every night. He knew Watkins would hear it, and all Watkins could do was fume.

Watkins was disabled, and Matthew's men were watching him, so he couldn't stir up trouble again.

When her husband left her alone, Camille always ran to Watkins for comfort and loving. But they were found out. The sharecropper beat

Camille black and blue, and then beat Watkins with a stick.