Trip to Dover, Kent 1

At Dover.

Denise arrived at his company clinic in trepidation. He ran in and came out with two nurses pushing a stretcher. They wheeled Olivia with the stretcher into the Intensive Care Unit while Denise looked aimlessly into the space, reminisce the meeting he had with his Godfather earlier on.

“Could she be the one? I have a thing for her already.”

Then, a nurse at the reception who attempted to open a file for her turned to Denise who was standing by her side panicking and asked.

“Boss, please, what is her name?”

Denise looked at her and hesitated, but the nurse ignored him and said.

“Mrs. Denise Bailey."

She wrote it on her card, did more writings and stood up to join the doctor at the Intensive Care Unit and Mr. Denise Bailey stood at the reception, speechless.

“Mrs. Denise Bailey? Funny.”

He muttered. After a few minutes, when he got tired of standing, he took a seat and continued waiting. Before another thirty minutes, the doctor walked up to him and announced.

“Mr. Bailey, can we talk in my office?”

With apprehension, he followed the doctor obediently to his office.

“Please sit down.”

The anxious Denise took his seat and waited for what the doctor had to say. Then, the doctor continued.

“I'm sorry to inform you that she had a miscarriage of about two months. She needs some rest. In the next one hour, she will be fit to go home. Take care of her, please.”

Now, Mr. Denise Bailey showed worries, but the doctor comforted.

“No need to worry, Mr. Bailey, the two of you are still young, you can still have as many children as you wish. My condolences.”

At Mr. Denise Bailey's Apartment.

Mr. Denise Bailey, had moved out of the Bailey's Native Home at the Bailey Close and was residing at the Executive Quarters of his company. After one hour of waiting as the doctor advised, he took Olivia home. As he drove into his compound with Olivia at the passenger’s seat, his security man opened the gate and greeted.

“Welcome back, boss.”

“Thank you, John. How are you?"

Mr. Denise Bailey asked as he got off his car.

“I'm fine, boss.”

He opened the passenger's door, helped Olivia out, and walked her into the house.

“Come out, please. You will be fine.”

“Thank you.”

When they got to the house, he guided her to the bedroom and made her to sit on the bed. They exchanged glances while Olivia laid on the bed, but her eyes were still weak, and she slept off. Mr. Denise Bailey stood by the bedside and reminisced his meeting with his Godfather earlier that day again. After a while, he regained consciousness, took another look at her and smiled.

'She is pretty.'

He thought. After he removed his walkout exercise wears, he walked to the Kitchen to prepare a meal for his guest. He decided to do that for his special guest by himself, as he would not trust his janitor with that. At last, he served the food at the dinning table, returned to his room and rested on the couch. After a few minutes, he began to prepare for work. Now, he carried out most of his activities carefully in the bathroom and parlor so that he would not disturb her sleep.

“It is so unfortunate that I am on Night Duty today. I wish father will permit my absence."

He thought aloud. When he was set for work, he walked back to the bedroom only to discover that she was still sleeping soundly, and he was scared, he walked back to the parlor and gave his doctor a call.

“Hello, Dr. Harper.”

“Hello, Mr. Bailey. How is she?”

“I'm scared doctor. She had been sleeping since we returned.”

“Yes. She needed to sleep. She had been under acute stress, and antidepressants drugs will cool her nerves.”

“It is all right, thank you, doctor.”

“You are welcome.”

At this point, he walked back to the bedroom with a pen and a notebook. Then, he reminisced his encounter with the nurse at the hospital and chuckled.

“What could be her name?”

He asked, but when he could not get an answer, he shrugged his shoulders and dropped a note for her all the same.

(Please, dear, I would have loved to keep you company, but I have to be at work. Your food is on the dinning table. In case you need my attention, call my security or the janitor, and they will reach out to me. Take care of yourself. Denise.)

Afterwards, he walked back to the parlor downstairs, looked around for the janitor to instruct him on what to do in his absence. When he could not find him, he walked to the veranda, where he met John.

“John.”

“Yes, boss.”

“Where is Caleb?”

“Let me get him.”

He walked to the boys quarters while Denise stood patiently and waited for them. Soon, John arrived with the janitor at once.

“Boss, you sent for me.”

“Yes, Caleb. We have a visitor, and she is just out of the hospital. You must not be far away from the house. Whenever she wakes up, attend to her and give me a call. Did you get me?”

“I got it, Boss.”

“That is good. I will be on my way.”

At 3:30 pm, he left for work, hoping to get to the office by 4:00 pm.

At Sevenoaks – Evening

Mr. Louis Bailey who was lying on the floor of his bedroom was a shadow of himself because he had not had any food, coupled with his missing love. By his family upbringing, he was not the sociable type. That was why he had his first girlfriend at twenty-one – his final year in the university, and maintained her until date. She had the same character with Olivia, and that made the two of them. After she was discharged from the clinic that day, he drove her to the grocery shop and got enough fruit for her before he took her to the hostel. He never asked her to be his girlfriend, but she naturally became one. After he graduated, he was still visiting her in school. That day, part of him was gone, and he did not have any friend he could confide in apart from his cousin Denise whom he would not want to discuss such dicey matter with.

“Was she kidnapped on her way home?”

He pondered, and many thoughts found their ways to his mind as a result of that thought.

“Where was she kept?”

“How many of them?”

“What would they be doing with her since last night?"

He tried her number again, but it was not connecting. Now, Mr. Louis Bailey began to cry profusely. His domestic staff members noticed that something was wrong, but they could not pin it anywhere.

“What could be bothering the boss?”

“I wish I have an idea meanwhile, I feel we should find out.”

“I feel like that too, but he had locked his door.”

“Let us find out. He may need someone to talk to.”

They walked to the door of his bedroom and knocked several times, but there was no response. They looked at each other and decided to give him a call. The phone rang numerous times before it cut. When they had exhausted every means of getting his attention, they set out to pull down the door, which was their last resort.

“We cannot watch him go through this and do nothing. We have to pull down the door.”

In less than ten minutes, the door to Mr. Louis Bailey's room was down, and they rushed in.

“What!”

The janitor and security guard screamed in unison.