The atmosphere within our home had grown increasingly tense as Charlie continued to unintentionally intimidate our mate. Three days had passed with him locked away in his office, neglecting even the most basic necessities like food and a shower.
Samila's concern had been palpable. She might not have directly voiced her worries, but the evidence was clear in the tone of her voice, the furrows on her forehead, the stress etched across her features, and the sadness that clouded her eyes whenever she discovered the meals she had prepared left untouched in the fridge. Her anguish was evident.
It was crucial for Charlie to pull himself together before Samila reached a breaking point, possibly deciding that she no longer wished to work for us. The weight of our untold truth, that she was our ma
