Just as I stepped out of the car, the unexpected happened. Men in black suits ran towards me, bowing their heads. Unsure of what was going on, I stood there, my eyes darting from these weird men in suits to Martin.
“Welcome home,” Martin said with a smirk on his face.
“Welcome home,” these men echoed in unison before standing up straight.
“What's going on here?” I asked Martin as he moved beside me. “Is this your idea of a welcome home party?” Sarcasm laced in my voice.
“Whatever you call it,” he said before taking my hands in his, prepared to usher me in.
The men in suits parted, creating a passage for us to pass. It was as if they were expecting the queen or something similar to that. As Martin ushered me into the compound, my eyes settled on the gigantic building Martin called his
