Please don’t mind the mess. At least we have furniture to sit on and glasses to drink out of,” as she took the wine to the kitchen she called, “...Yaz, the boys are here!” The brunette, Yasmin, appeared from a doorway, looking even better than I remembered. She was a striking tall figure with dark hair and light brown skin, her face an elegant mixture of south-east Asian and Pacific Islander. Where Jessie was light and bouncy, Yasmin seemed more reserved but her dark eyes shone with a similar. There were now about a dozen families in the room. Peter never said anything like this. He made it sound that on the first night it had been just his own family with the masters. As Ben watched the last of the new slaves straggle into the room, he nodded at several men who had been guarding the doors. They immediately closed and locked each one to ensure no new slave could escape. This was going to be a very interesting evening and Ben wanted everyone to enjoy it. Normally the new slaves, after. All of them had been interesting at the time, but in every case, after about three years or so, he had decided to move onwards and upwards.This time, when Connor was casting around and talking to people, a friend of a friend had mentioned in passing that the post of Chief Executive at a major hospital was about to be announced. It had been a chance remark, but Connor, knowing his niece was a nurse, decided to look into it, looking at it as a new and very different challenge.He had got the role. ”Steven removed her arm from around his and retrieved his keys from his pants pocket. He hit unlock button on the remote to his SUV and they all climbed in. “Trish, will you be staying over at your friend Sabrina’s this evening?” her mother said, a pushy expecting tone in her voice.“Yes. I just have to pack a bag when we get home. Steven, could you drive me?”“Sure, sweetie. That’s in case your mom doesn’t mind.”He glanced over at Christine. “I don’t mind it at all. It will give me time to get.