The guards won't let me out.
"Last time we were punished for letting you out of the property and we were warned not to do it again." A short man who looks like a child in his uniform says sternly. He doesn't seem like someone you can negotiate with.
"I asked for permission from Mr. Whitaker and he told me it is okay to go out. Why then won't you let me out?" I try to lie.
"There he comes behind you. We are going to ask him if what you are saying is true!"
Heart thumping, I whip around and, sure enough, Frank is coming towards the gate. But he isn't coming on foot, he is in one of his many expensive cars.
I begin to panic. What am I going to say? I am screwed.
Frank's car comes to a stop beside me, and I tremble.
"Get inside!"
I blink in confusion.
"What!"
"Get inside!" He repe
