"Why? Do you require something?" she asked the man.

"The one with you is drunk; we're about to close, but he still won't leave," said the man, who she acknowledged as a bartender.

"I'm not with him; I came here by myself," Zaneska explained.

"But  he said the two of you are together," the man explained.

Shit! That man made her a babysitter. She would not have gone if she had known the two of them would meet. But it would be painful to hear if she didn't help him, and she remembered Zander assisting her when she was in danger before. So she went back inside the bar. She noticed him huddled on the table.

"Mr., could you please take him in my car? I can't take him alone, and my car is grey," Zaneska asked.
"Sure, ma'am, but it appears he's carrying a car, probably a black one," said the bartender.

"Yeah, I know, but he'll be back tomorrow," she said.

"Sure,"

"I appreciate it."

Zaneska emerged from the door, followed by the bartender and another man, who picked up Zander and escorted her to her car.

"Thank you once more."

"No problem, ma'am," they respond.

Zaneska started the car and drove away from the bar.  Sh e was still pondering where she would take Zander if  in the mansion because the girls, especially Uncle Conrad, would undoubtedly asked.  She  drove to her  condo, which I hadn't used in years but had a cleaner every weekend.

They arrived at his condo unit at twelve o'clock in the morning. He motioned for the guard to help him carry Zander.
"Good evening, ma'am, I'll take him inside your condo." the guard said.

"I appreciate it."

"You just arrived, ma'am."

"Yeah, so busy," she said.

Zander had already entered the apartment. She threw it on her bed.

"Thank you; here's your money for snacks."
"Thank you very much, ma'am."

She stripped Zander's clothes and pants after the guard had left. This includes undergarments. She didn't bother dressing it in a dress and pajamas any longer. She simply covered Zander's entire body so it couldn't see what was inside. She exited by opening the air conditioner. She chuckled at the thought. She also went to the other room to change her clothes and lay down on the bed. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Zander awoke the next morning feeling extremely cold. And then there's the pain in his head. He stood up, only to have his eyes widen as a result of how he perceived his appearance. He wasn't wearing anything, and his briefs were gone as well. So he reflects on what happened the night before. He just drank by himself at the bar. And he went to this room with the pure white curtain. What is he doing there? He was about to leave when the door unexpectedly opened.

When he saw Zaneska walk in, he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around his waist, but it was too late because Zaneska had already noticed his nakedness.

"Wow, what a beautiful view early in the morning," Zaneska said, smiling.

"Shit! Get out of here!" exclaimed Zander as a blanket wrapped around his waist.

Zaneska just laughed and closed her eyes as she leaned against the door. She stared at him intently, as if she were undressing him.

"What are you staring at? What have you done to me?" he inquired.

"Seriously?" Zaneska responded, "I haven't lost my sanity for raping a drunk man."

Zander smirked.

"Where have my clothes gone?"

"Why? Are you going to wear that again?" Zaneska asked.

"Those clothes are filthy."

"Yeah, what dress can I wear?" he asked of Zaneska.

"You wear a sleeveless shirt? I have a lot in my closet, just look," she says.

"Damn you, I've never been gay enough to wear women's clothes," Zander responded.

"You don't have a choice, other than you don't have clothes to leave this room," Zaneska explained.

Zander gave a nod.  She noticed Zaneska enter the room.

"Wait!" he exclaimed.

"Hmm."

"Who's house is this?" he inquired.
"I have this condo unit, but I don't use it anymore, especially now that you're drunk," Zaneska explained.
"Ah, I almost forgot you're wealthy," Zander could only say.

"No, I'm just lucky. My room with a closet is next to this room. You can go in there to find clothes to wear, and when you come out, my kitchen is underground. There's a door, so you're there. Just pass by. I'll go first." Zaneska explained.

When Zaneska left, she went into the other room to find something to wear. He winced at what he saw because he only saw women's clothes and the little one appeared to be missing fabric. Not even a t-shirt and pajamas are available. He noticed a brown hoodie and short shorts. She doesn't have a choice but to wear it instead of a backless blouse.
He exited the room and noticed a cream-colored door. When he opened it, he discovered a ladder at the bottom. So he went downstairs and saw that there was a table with food ready, as well as Zaneska sitting at the table.

Zaneska smiled as she noticed Zander's expression in the clothes she was wearing, a hoodie and shorts that were too short for Zander due to his height. She looked at his hairy legs as if they were delicious to caress. Zaneska abruptly drank water.
"hmmm, my shorts look good on you, great. Nice pair of legs," Zaneska commented.
"Damn you! Don't make fun of me!"  Zander yelled angrily.

She never imagined she'd be staying in the same house as this snobbish man.

"Of course not!" she replied, "why would I laugh at you?"

"I saw it in your eyes," Zander grumbled.

"You're accusing me without providing any evidence," Zaneska said.

"Whatever."Zaneska smiled as she noticed Zander's expression in the clothes she was wearing, a hoodie and shorts that were too short for Zander due to his height. She looked at his hairy legs as if they were delicious to caress. Zaneska abruptly drank water.
"hmmm, my shorts look good on you, great. Nice pair of legs," Zaneska commented.
"Damn you! Don't make fun of me!"  Zander yelled angrily.

She never imagined she'd be staying in the same house as this snobbish man.

"Of course not!" she replied, "why would I laugh at you?"

"I saw it in your eyes," Zander grumbled.

"You're accusing me without providing any evidence," Zaneska said.

"Whatever."

Zander sat down and began to eat.
"How are you doing? Why are you getting drunk and really go in the city just to drunk?" she asked.
"It's none of your business," said Zander.

"Aw, it hurts," Zaneska said.

"Don't act as if you don't know, because I don't want to talk," he explained.

"Which?" Zaneska asked.

Zander is annoyed by the woman in front of him. He couldn't believe this woman had done something wrong. She's acting as if she doesn't know when, in fact, Mitch is her friend.

"Please, Zaneska, I don't want to talk about what I'm going through. Perhaps you're already aware of what happened to Mitch and me, so I don't want to talk anymore. I'm hurting and don't know how I'm going to recover. I admit that I'm grateful for your presence and assistance last night, but I won't speak." Zander said.
"All right, eat well. I have to leave because I still have work to do in the office, but this condo is open if you want to come here to be alone. And here's the key," Zaneska said.
Zaneska hands him the key and climbs the stairs with it.

"Are you not going to eat?" he asked.

"I've already eaten bread. And then I'm late." Zaneska replied and continued to climb the stairs.
He was left to eat alone.

"Zander!" exclaims Zaneska from above.
"Why?" he exclaimed as well.

"Your car is at the bar house; I left it there last night; you should go," she says.

"That's fine."

When Zaneska went to the office, she looked for something to wear. She'll be even later when she returns to the mansion. She exited the condo, got into her car, and drove to the office. But first, she drove around the mall in order to buy clothes for Zander. So she went inside the mall and bought a pair of pants and a polo shirt, as well as a pack of briefs.

When she got out of the mall, she called Lucas first.
"Lucas, where are you?" he asked on the phone.

"I'm at a restaurant close to the company, ma'am," Luke said.

"I'd like to command something for you; please come to me here at SM mall; I'll be waiting for you," she said as she hung up the phone.

She leaned against the hood of her car as she waited for Lucas. Lucas showed up a few minutes later. As he opened the window, she handed him a paper bag.

"Please go to my condo, Lucas; I have a friend who stayed there; please give it to him," I say.

"Don't worry, Miss,"

Zaneska got in her car after Lucas left to go to work. She parked her car on the side of the road, went outside, and entered the company. She walked right into the office. And she noticed Randolf sitting quietly.

"What's up? Are you all right?" she asked.
"In a way."

"I hope you applied for a few months of leave," she says.

"Is that all right with you?" Randolf asked.

"Yeah, you need a break, especially since we don't have much to do here at the company," Zaneska responded.

"By the way, someone sent you an envelope," Randolf mentioned.

"From whom?" she asked.
"I didn't read the message, but the sender is from Mahusay Elementary School in San Pablo," Randolf responded.

"Where is it? The location is unfamiliar to me," Zaneska inquired.
"Of course in the province," she says.

I opened the envelope and read the letter inside.

"They invite me to participate in a plan to house the students, provide food and supplies, and conduct a feeding programme," she says.

"That's fine; take me with you," Randolf suggests.

"What do I know about this? I'm not a teacher," Zaneska said.

"Of course, you donate things and food for the children so you won't be embarrassed to go there, so you know what to do," Randolf explained.

"That's fine."
Zander was about to walk out the door when he noticed a man standing there.

"What do you need? You might have gone to the wrong condo," he says.

"The owner of this condo is Miss Zaneska, if I'm not mistaken, and she gave you this paperbag," the man explained.

"I appreciate it."

He took the paperbag and entered the condo. He opened it, revealing a polo shirt, a  pants, and a pack of underwear.

Zander put it on and went outside. He intends to take his car and drive back to the province.