Chaz’s car pulls up in the parking space of a grocery store near the hotel where they are currently staying. Getting down from it are three of his bodyguards, Nina and Imelda.
“You don’t need to help me and should just rest at the hotel,” Nina says.
“It’s alright,” Imelda replies. “Chaz and Nichelle aren’t home so I’ll be left alone. Besides, I have nothing else to do. So don’t worry about me.”
They both smile and giggle at each other as they make their way towards the entrance of the store. One by one, they hand their exclusive membership cards to the guard. After verification procedure, Nina and Imelda pull out a cart each while the bodyguards tail them. They first head at the spices section. Imelda walks slowly while her eyes are fixated at the arrays of spices which are embellishin
