The Mysterious Intruder.

"A man!" Stacy raised her eyebrows in disbelief as she quickly picked up a jacket from the hip of clothes Amelia was trying on and threw it over the latter's shoulder to cover her exposed back. She didn't remember seeing anyone enter the room Amelia was pointing at. Rather, she had watched a dark-skinned lady with deep curly hair walk into room four, -one room away from Amelia -holding a few new clothes.

"Yes! A man!" Amelia repeated in a quivering voice, her body trembling at the thought of getting kidnapped again. "I heard his voice. I think he was watching me."

"Ma'am, I think you are mistaken. Men are not allowed in here except the person in question is a spouse of our esteemed client." The sales representative, a young girl in her mid-twenties, placed in charge of handling all of Amelia's needs, explained politely, masking her fear with a convincing smile.