Hang in there. Just know that I always think about you. I and your two other brothers."Tim had to lie about his two other enslaved brothers, that they... were thinking about Patrick all the time."Tim get me out of here. I beg you please," Patrick pleaded.Patrick sounded scared. Patrick wanted to hug Tim but he was scared that his "Mistress" would see this and then shout at him for his incompetence."Slave come here right now," Soraya screamed at Patrick.Tim let go of Patrick. Patrick hurried to his. “I knew you’d come a-knocking,” Joe said in his funny accent. “And I’m glad you did. I hope you haven’t lost your nerve.”He then slid past Leigh and opened the door and went inside without looking to see if he was being followed.“Well, are you coming?” Leigh heard Joe call from inside. “Don’t want to let all of the bugs in!”Leigh was tongue-tied. And nervous. He thought about making a run for it, but, instead, he reluctantly went inside and closed the door behind him.“I’ve.. I’ve never done. I have seen two previous Betty's and none of them could I call a friend. There has been a lot of hurt and hate between us. You are clearly not the same person. You took our comments and our actions as a mature woman would. It made us all wonder and we did notice the pain we caused you. For that we are all sorry. I feel now we will be friends and you will be one I can rely on, one I can trust no matter what. If we forget and fall back on past memories, just tell us you are not that Betty and. I walk slowly to my office. I ask my assistant to please ensure the garment bag and things in the trunk are placed in my side dressing room. "With as much travel and business dinners I attend, I should have at least a studio apartment in the building." I think to myself. The day goes smooth, as the business day concludes; the office seems to change moods. The easy music turns to a joyful Christmas serenade. Important business executives are expected to attend. So I walk to my private room.