03. Work As A Maid

When Ingrid entered the plane, she sat cozily and happily, taking pictures of herself inside the plane.

Her plane was soon to depart the Kenyan airlines for China in about 5 minutes and she was one of the last minute people that boarded the plane.

Relaxing herself to the chair and buckling her seat belt, she closed her eyes to a deep sleep that came as a result of the loud music she was playing in her ears. She smiled and them closed her eyes only to wake up with a loading tap on her shoulders.

"We are finally here, miss." The voice said in a strange language she understood, nodded and then carrying her little things, she walked out of the plane.

Once outside the plane, she started to walk out of the airport when the language she would hear was nothing similar to the Chinese language. "Wow, so many strangers in this country."

"You are welcome to Korea. Have a safe trip from Korea." When she heard the announcement, she started rushing back in, but the security team wouldn't let her go back inside.

"You don't understand." She tried to explain to them but they just looked at her and then turned away their eyes from her.

She was angry, very angry that they were not ready to listen to her, probably because they couldn't even hear her. But she was more angry that she entered the wrong flight.

"I entered the wrong flight. I need to go back and enter the correct one." She insisted, followed by her pushing against them but one of the guards carried her effortlessly and threw her out of the airport. So many eyes looked at her and she just picked her few bags and then clutched them closer to her chest.

What was she going to do, now that she couldn't enter the airport because of what she had done? But it wasn't her fault. She tried reaching for her phone only to find out that it wasn't in her pocket.

Think Ingrid!

But it didn't fall out when the guards were throwing her out of the airport. If not she would have seen it.

She rushed back and tried to push against them while yelling, "You don't understand, my things were stolen and I intend on taking them back." She yelled but they just threw her out.

"Please do not make it any harder on us." One of them said in their language and she hissed picking up her luggage.

"When I come back, you all will be fired." She said and turned to leave. She walked down an uncommon path, clutching right to her things as a lot of eyes devoured her. Have they never seen someone of a darker skin complexion? They looked at her as if she was a strange person in their country.

However, some held out disgust as they looked at her direction, while others held out admiration as if they were starting at their God itself. The reactions, especially the negative ones got her hissing. Those were the ones, English and history termed as racists. Those who looked at her with disgust and hatred because of her skin color….

She was so lost in her world, thinking about how people could be really naïve and evil and racist when a car honk jolted her from her thoughts. She screamed and quickly squatted on the ground.

What a way to save yourself, idiot! She thought to herself. Even if she wanted to escape danger, she wouldn't have to do this. But it was a part of her already.

However it caused her an emotional and mental imbalance. She was scared for only God and herself knowing why.

"Hey are you alright?" a voice came in and she regained her sense, then started strangling him by the collar of his shirt.

"You! How dare you try to knock me? Can't you see the road properly." She then added. "Do you think you can go without compensating for starting to hurt an innocent girl like me?" She was already mad with the lust for money.

She wanted money so badly that she didn't even care about the looks of people.

In fact, the more the attention, the better for the both of them.

But when he carried her bridal style after asking her if she needed money, her face flushed red with embarrassment and anger. What was he trying to prove her, just now? He took her to his car and then walked to the driver's seat. She took note of the people that took pictures and the man as he entered the car. He looked so familiar… like one of the members of the ROYAL-5.

"If you think you can take me inside this car and use me for rituals, think again. My skin is too tough for rituals and I'm too stubborn to be used." She said and he cracked up a laugh. She smiled because he found it funny. So she felt a little safe.

"Are you Mickey?" She asked him and he nodded.

"Why did you help me?" she asked him back but his smile was the only thing that replied her.

"Do you want to work as a maid for ROYAL-5?" He asked and then she widened her eyes, stunned by the question.