he’s negotiating the purchase of a slave. I’m suddenly filled with shame. My sister is here, it would turn my stomach to hear someone discussing a price for her as if she were an item, a thing, yet I did the self-same thing when I purchased my slave, the man that my sister fell in love with. She’s a much better person than I am. I wrack my brain, what was his name? Keith? Kevin? Kirk? I tap my foot, this man needs to hurry up, he’s eating into my visiting time.
My turn finally comes and the guard must have been notified about my visit because he doesn’t look surprised. He takes my I.D and then asks me to take a seat while he calls for another guard. Another five minutes go by and then I’m led to an office. A grey haired man rises from his chair and holds out his hand to me. He introduces himself as Basil Porter and puffs out his chest as he explains that he’s the manager of the Compound. I don’t like him, I can’t put my finger on it, he seems smarmy and insincere. He gestures for me to take a seat; there are two empty chairs in front of his desk. He picks up his phone. “Could you send Savannah to my office please, her brother has arrived.” He smiles at me but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “I want to assure you that your sister is fine,” he says as he adjusts his glasses. “We are well aware she is not a slave.” He stops to clear his throat. “Between you and me, she is receiving preferential treatment.”
Someone knocks on his door, he smiles. “That will be your sister.” As he turns the handle to open the door, an alarm sounds; I cringe and cover my ears. “It’s the fire alarm. I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave. I’ll escort you out,” he says.
I stare at him. “These things are usually false alarms. I’ll wait in the parking lot.”
He opens his office door. “I’m afraid that won’t be possible Mr Morrison. Health and safety rules you see, only slaves and staff are allowed to remain on the premises.”
I follow him out of his office; Savannah is nowhere to be seen. “I want to see my sister.”
“She’s been taken to a place of safety.” He strides towards the Compound entrance. “Right now I must deal with a potential fire.” He opens the main door. “I’ll accompany you to your car; someone will be in touch to rearrange your visit.”
CHAPTER SIX
Savannah
I didn’t think it was possible to feel any more depressed or alone, but today has proven me wrong, I was moments away from seeing Simon when that stupid alarm went off. It’s been raining all day, my wet clothes are clinging to my skin and everyone has been ignoring me. Amy is washing the dinner dishes and I’m drying them. I’ll be glad to get to sleep and put today behind me. I line up with Amy to be taken to the dorm but the guard tells me to wait here, she and Amy leave the kitchen. I wonder what I’ve done wrong. A few minutes later she returns, her face looks grim. She holds my arm. “Come with me.” She leads me out into the courtyard and past the field; we’re heading towards a large grey building. “Permission to speak please, ma’am.”
“Go ahead,” she replies.
“Where are you taking me?”
“You’ve been making waves,” she says, “the boss doesn’t like troublemakers.”
She stops at the entrance to the building and presses her thumb against the pad. I’m trembling and I feel light headed, I think I’m going to vomit. The door opens into a small lobby and ahead is another door with a thick glass panel. I jump at the sound of the door slamming shut behind me. Again, she presses her thumb against a pad and the glass panelled door opens. A male guard is sitting behind a desk, enclosed in a cubicle, surrounded by re-enforced glass. He’s balding and overweight. He heaves himself out of his chair and exits his little prison. He’s red in the face and he looks unfit. My heart is pounding, I consider making a run for it, I