Alex arrived with the other girls, whose names were Nikki, Felicia and Lee. They all greeted Amanda and hugged each other. Mr. Owl gave them credit cards to buy clothing and everything they needed in Kampala.
So the girls went to the mall to do the shopping it was a great afternoon for them. Felicia even bought a cheap, small cell phone.
“What are you going to do with this small phone?” Lee asked.
Felicia just laughed.
Mr. Owl called Alex to come back with the girls so they could prepare to leave, as it was getting late.
The girls packed their clothes and their stuff in their bags and they all went to the Durban airport and caught the plane to Kampala. In the plane, Amanda’s phone rang, it was her mother.
“Amanda, my child, don’t go there. It’s not safe,” her mother pleaded.
“Don’t worry about me, Mama. I’m going with other workers and my boss is here, too! We also have a bodyguard,” Amanda said.
“What are you going to do there?” her mother asked.
“Don’t worry Mom, I will be okay. I have to go. I love you all.” Amanda said, hanging up the phone.
When the plane arrived in the Kampala airport it was morning, and Alex had already hired a car that they would use while in Kampala.
They didn’t waste any time: they got in the car and made their way to the hotel. At the hotel Mr. Owl had already booked three hotel rooms. The first one was for Alex, the second one was for the girls, and the third one was for him.
They went straight to their rooms and they all took a nap.
Later in the afternoon, Mr. Owl went to the girls’ room to brief them about the work.
“So girls, it’s time to make money. This evening we will move to our own big place,” he said.
“Our own place?” Amanda asked.
“Yes Amanda, in our place so you must stay prepared to go, and Nikki, don’t forget to brief Amanda about the job,” he said, leaving the room.
“Nikki, what do you have to tell me about the job?” Amanda asked, confused.
“Hahaha! Amanda you don’t even know what brings us here to Kampala?” Felicia asked, laughing.
“Guys, please tell me,” Amanda began to panic.
“Okay Amanda, our job is to sell our bodies to Mr. Owl’s clients. If you try to escape Mr. Owl then you’ll be playing with fire. So, you better do your job. Do you get it?” Nikki asked.
“Sell my body!? I can’t; no, I can’t!” Amanda said, shocked.
“If you want to complain you better go to Mr. Owl’s room and talk to him. Don’t forget that once he kicks you out, you will be living on the streets of Kampala and no one is gonna help you,” Nikki warned.
“I guess I have to do it for the sake of my family.” She said disappointed.
Lee called the room service to bring a bottle of wine and four glasses to the room. The girls celebrated with their new friend, Amanda.
Tell us: What would you do if you were in Amanda’s position?