Chapter One: Bola’s Rules
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I lived by three rules. Build the career. Guard the heart and never need anyone.
They weren’t words of affirmation on sticky notes pinned to my fridge. I didn’t invent them out of nowhere. They were carved into me through every failure, every stupid choice, every bruise I pretended wasn’t there.
Rule one: Build the career. When everything else fell apart, work stayed. Success was the only thing nobody could rip away. I learned that the night I watched my mother scrub a lobby floor while security guards walked past like she was invisible. I promised myself I’d never be a furniture in someone else's building.
Rule two: Guard the heart. Feelings made me weak once. It made me trust promises whispered in the dark. Made me trust in people who left, it made me think promises meant something when they were just words people said to get what they wanted. Promises that turned to silence in the daylight. I believed in forever once in London, but I learned better.
Rule three: Never need anyone. The moment you needed someone was the moment they had power over you. And power means they could destroy you.
Three rules. Simple and Effective.
Years of practice made them easy to remember. They got me through Business School, through nights I couldn’t breathe in London, through the move to New York where I started again. They are the reason I’m thirty-one in this corner office, with this view, my own team, and a shot at locking down the biggest deal Carter & Lowe Consulting has ever chased. A five-hundred-million-dollar expansion into Europe. If I lock this down, I wouldn’t just rise in the firm, I’d be untouchable.
The founders of Carter & Lowe Consulting are Danny Carter, Adrian Lowe, and Julian Lowe. They were on the glass doors the first day I walked in. Danny had gotten me in back then. His recommendation opened the door in London, but I fought for every promotion after. No handouts. No shortcuts. I wasn’t going to be “Danny’s girl” in the hallways forever. New York was my proof.
That thought steadied me as I sipped my coffee and stared out at the skyline. Manhattan stretched wide under a gray morning sky with traffic already a mess down below. From this height it looked manageable, like chaos held in a glass box. Up here, I could breathe.
The office behind me hummed with noise, phones ringing, footsteps clattering against marble floors, printers chewing through reports. Mondays felt like war zones, but I thrived in them.
I pulled up the Carter & Lowe expansion proposal again. The numbers were solid. My research flawless. It’s been Six months of late nights and weekends poured into this deal. Three new markets. Competitor analysis. Financial projections that made my head hurt but looked beautiful on spreadsheets. This deal is mine. “So I thought ”
“Bola.”
Mariam's voice cut through. She leaned against my office doorframe, holding her tablet hugged to her chest, eyes bright, dark curls pulled into a bun, sharp suit in her usual neutral tone. She looked like the definition of composure, but I caught the curve of her mouth that meant she had news.
She was the only person in this firm I trusted, the only one who saw through my armor and never called me out for it.
Mariam had been my friend long enough to know my silences. We’d started together at the firm seven years ago, two women carving space in a room full of men who never stopped talking over us. Somewhere between late nights on pitches and hungover strategy sessions, she became my anchor. And right now, she was staring at me
“Morning queen. Ten o’clock presentation, you ready to bury them?”
I smirked. “They don’t know what’s about to hit them.”
Also “The Lowe brothers confirmed the dinner strategy meeting for next week ”
“Adrian and Julian are Both confirmed you know they are Big players with big appetites And we’ve got to look hungrier.”
“Good, I nodded. “Already on it. Presentation first, dinner strategy later.”
Mariam tilted her head, studying me.
“You realize you pulled this entire expansion plan together basically alone. If the partners don’t crown you for it today, they’re blind.”
Her faith made me want to smile, but I stayed steady. “Blind is their default setting. I’ll take ruthless over blind.”
My phone buzzed across the desk. Mom. I sighed and picked it up.
“Bola,” her voice warm but sharp, “I hope you remembered to eat breakfast.”
“I had coffee.”
“Coffee is not food.” She clucked her tongue. “Every time I talk to you, it’s coffee. You’re burning yourself out.”
“I’m fine, Mom.”
“You are thirty-one,” she pressed. “Fine is not enough. A woman your age should not only have coffee and work. She should have a family. A man. Children. You think I will be alive forever? You think I don’t want to hold a grandchild before I go?”
The words cut, not because I hadn’t heard them before, but because I had a hundred times said “I don’t have time for that right now.”
“You make time for what you want,” she shot back. “I scrubbed floors so you could study. I didn’t scrub so you could be alone in some glass tower.”
Silence stretched between us. I swallowed, looking out at the skyline again. “I’m not alone,” I lied softly.
She sighed, and I could almost see her shaking her head. “I only want you happy.”
“I know, Mom. I’ll call you after the presentation.”
When I hung up, Mariam raised her brows. “She hit you with the grandchild speech again?”
“Every time.”
“Girl, she’s not wrong.”
I rolled my eyes. “Not you too.”
“I’m just saying,” she teased, “you can run the world and still let someone buy you dinner.”
I turned back to my laptop. “Focus on the deal, Mariam.”
“Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when your mom shows up with dating apps printed out.”
Her laugh faded as she scanned her tablet. . Mariam smirked. “That’s my girl. Untouchable.” let’s get it 10 am Today!
I smiled.
The photo tucked under my keyboard caught the glow of my screen. Danny Carter and me in London, at a pub, his arm slung around me, both of us laughing. My smile open, real, stupid. I shoved it deeper under the keyboard where it belonged.
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