Looking.
Observing.
Judging.
“Turn,” she said.
Adamma obeyed.
Silence filled the room for a few seconds.
Then Madam spoke again.
“Can you be loyal?”
“Yes, ma.”
“Can you be respectful?”
“Yes, ma.”
Madam paused.
Then asked the question that made the air heavy.
“Can you stay away from my husband?”
Adamma’s breath caught.
For a second… she didn’t understand.
Then she did.
Her fingers tightened slightly, but she kept her voice calm.
“I didn’t come for that, ma.”
Madam stepped closer.
So close Adamma could feel her presence.
“Good,” Madam said quietly.
“Because girls like you… forget themselves.”
The words landed like a warning.
Not advice.
Not concern.
A warning.
Adamma lowered her eyes.
Not because she was guilty.
But because she understood something instantly.
This was not a normal house.
This was a house where trust had already been broken.
