I drove back to the house. You need to see how these security men who need proper lecture to run their job treated me.

"I am sorry, but Madam Vodka has left specific instructions to never let you into the house."

I stood and starred at the man for a while. Should I make him lose his job? He was polite sha, so it's better I ask him first.

"Do you have a family – a wife and children?"

"Yes madam."

Hmm, he needs this job badly. So I asked;

"Do you wanna lose your job? I can help you if you want to. All I need to do is just make one phone call and you’d be out the next second."

He paused for a while, trying to figure out if I was indeed bluffing.

"Na mouth she dey make," the other security man bounced out. It was clearly written that this one was an illiterate.

"Please madam, I am sorry. Open the gate!"

The man with better reasoning quickly responded when he noticed I brought out my phone. But the illiterate didn’t respond in the same light; he will soon learn.

I went to the flat first to drop my bag. Afterwards, I went to the training hall. I overheard Vodka talking; I couldn't help but smile to myself.

“To all those who ran after that peasant, I would be pleased to announce to you that she has been kicked out like a piece of rag,” she said.

I stopped and waited for her to land.

She continued, "For all those who left me to join her, I would give you just one more chance to come back to your maker, me."

I was pleased to see that Jovita didn’t move an inch.

Well, it's time. I cleared my throat to announce my presence. Vodka dropped the glass of wine in her hand. I cat-walked to meet up with them as I watched Vodka’s mouth gasped in shock.

"Close your mouth, Vodka. Yes, it's me. It isn't bad to take a stroll now, is it?"

I said and sat on her favorite chair. I could see she was still trying to figure out what to say.

"Save your breath, you peasant!" she yelled.

I walked up to her and stood right in front of her; I could feel her breath on my face.

"Vodka, I never knew you would be scared to this extent. You stooped so low to rant like that. You want a shortcut?"

She opened her mouth again but then I hushed her. It’s time she realised that I was out for her, and by all means I would put her to nothing.

"This doesn't mean you would win the competition, you peasant!"

She finally blurted out.

I laughed. Maybe, she didn't realise the position she put herself into.

"My poor little girl – Madam Clara – has discovered your lies. Now I’m beginning to think your stay here is on probation.” She bluffed, “I am not just a model, you bastard! I am the House of Earl!"

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