The helicopter touched down gently on the helipad, its rotors gradually slowing to a halt. Yaw’s family, still trembling from the flight, stared in wide-eyed wonder at the enormous mansion before them. The villa, with its towering pillars and expansive gardens, looked like something out of a dream. As they disembarked, they could hardly believe that this grand building was now their home.

Shatta, with his usual brisk efficiency, guided them toward the entrance. "Feel comfortable in your new home," he said, giving them a reassuring smile. "I need to grab some documents I left in the helicopter. I’ll be right back."

Yaw’s family hesitated at the doorway, their eyes sweeping over the opulent marble floors, the sparkling chandeliers, and the luxurious furniture. Ama Boakye, unable to contain her awe, whispered, "Is this really ours?"

Kojo, still in disbelief, pinched his own arm and then Abena’s. "Are we dreaming? This can’t be real!"

Abena winced. "Ow! It’s real, Kojo! We’re not dreaming!"

Kofi Boakye, Yaw’s father, shook his head in amazement. "Our Yaw has truly done well. Who would have thought?"

Ama, overwhelmed by the grandeur of the mansion, began to sing praises to the Lord. "Thank you, God, for this blessing! Thank you for my son!" Her voice echoed through the grand hallways, filled with gratitude and emotion.

As they cautiously began to explore the house, they were careful not to touch anything, afraid they might soil the immaculate furniture. "Don’t touch that!" Abena whispered sharply as Kojo reached out to a plush velvet chair. "It’s too nice!"

Their whispered awe and Ama’s singing soon attracted the attention of the household staff—a butler, chef, janitors, and maidservants—who had been provided by the real estate agency as part of the mansion’s purchase package. The staff, dressed in crisp uniforms, had been going about their duties when they heard the unfamiliar voices and singing.

The butler, a tall, stern-looking man named Mr. Sterling, was the first to approach. He took one look at the Boakye family’s worn clothes and weathered faces and immediately assumed the worst. "How did you get in here?" he demanded, his voice cold and authoritative. "This is a private residence!"

Before Kofi could explain, Mr. Sterling slapped him across the face, sneering, "My hand has been dirtied by that slap."

Ama Boakye’s singing turned into a scream as the chef, a burly man with a foul temper, delivered a brutal kick to her side, aggravating the rib injury she had sustained earlier. "You peasants think you can just waltz in here?" he growled.

The commotion escalated quickly. The janitors and maidservants, thinking they were under attack, rushed to grab makeshift weapons—brooms, mops, and kitchen knives—ready to chase the intruders out.

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Shatta, who had been outside retrieving the documents, heard the shouting and Ama’s scream. His heart pounded as he dashed back into the house. Bursting through the door, he took in the chaotic scene: Yaw’s father clutching his face in pain, Ama doubled over on the floor, and the rest of the family cowering in fear as the staff prepared to assault them.

Rage boiled within Shatta. Without a second thought, he lunged at the butler, delivering a slap so powerful that Mr. Sterling staggered backward, his nose bleeding from the force. The chef, still towering over Ama, barely had time to react before Shatta’s foot connected with his abdomen, sending him crashing into a nearby table, blood spilling from his mouth.

The other staff members, seeing how easily Shatta dispatched their leaders, froze in place, their makeshift weapons dropping to the floor. Shatta’s fury was palpable as he stood over the fallen men, his fists clenched.

"You dare lay a hand on them?" Shatta's voice was icy cold, each word dripping with venom. "These people are under my protection, and you will pay for this."

He then did something that shocked Yaw’s family even more. Shatta turned and knelt before Ama Boakye, bowing his head low. "I have failed you," he said, his voice full of remorse. "Please punish me for my inability to protect my mentor’s family."

Ama, still in pain but deeply moved by Shatta’s gesture, reached out and gently lifted his chin. "It’s not your fault, my son. You couldn’t have known. Please, get up."

Shatta rose, but his expression remained hard as he turned to the trembling staff. "You’re all fired," he declared.

Immediately, the staff began to plead for mercy. They fell to their knees before Ama Boakye, knowing she was compassionate. "Madam, please forgive us!" Mr. Sterling begged, his previous arrogance gone. "We didn’t know who you were. Serving in this house is a blessing we can’t afford to lose. Please, don’t send us away."

The chef, clutching his bruised stomach, added, "We were wrong. Please give us another chance!"

Ama, despite her pain, couldn’t ignore their pleas. She closed her eyes and recited a Bible verse softly, "Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us." She looked at the staff and said, "We forgive you. Please, do better next time."

The staff, still on their knees, thanked her profusely, tears of relief in their eyes. They introduced themselves respectfully and, with newfound humility, offered to show the family around their new home.

As they were guided through the mansion, the Boakye family was awestruck by the luxury surrounding them. Abena’s eyes lit up with delight when she saw the vast wardrobes filled with beautiful clothes, shoes, and makeup kits. "This is like a dream!" she exclaimed, twirling in front of the mirror.

Kojo, on the other hand, was mesmerized by the basement, where a collection of luxury cars was parked. The sleek, polished vehicles gleamed under the lights, and the sight of them took his breath away. The butler, still nursing his wounds, informed them that the helicopter was also theirs.

As the family marveled at their new life, Yaw finally arrived home, having heard that his family had safely arrived. Seeing them settled and happy brought a warm smile to his face. That evening, the family gathered in the grand dining hall for a massive banquet, celebrating not only their reunion but the incredible journey they had taken to get here.

As they feasted, laughter and joy filled the room, the earlier violence and fear forgotten. Yaw watched his family with pride, knowing that despite all they had endured, they had finally found peace and comfort in this new chapter of their lives.