The First Attack
640 Words
The next morning, Amina woke before sunrise.
For a few seconds, she forgot where she was.
The soft mattress, the spacious bedroom, and the view of Kampala through the large windows all felt like a dream.
Then she noticed the framed engagement photo on the bedside table.
It had been taken the previous evening for the press.
She sighed.
"This is really my life now."
A gentle knock came at the door.
"Mrs. Okello?" a housekeeper called. "Breakfast is ready."
The title still sounded unfamiliar.
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Downstairs, Daniel was already seated at the dining table, reading the morning business news on his tablet.
Without looking up, he said, "Good morning."
"Good morning."
Amina glanced at the table.
Fresh fruit, toast, eggs, tea, coffee, and pastries covered nearly every inch of it.
She laughed nervously.
"Are we expecting guests?"
Daniel finally looked up.
"No."
"Then who is all this for?"
"You."
Her eyes widened.
"I can't eat all this."
"You don't have to. The chef prepares options."
Amina shook her head with a smile.
"I grew up where breakfast meant a cup of tea if we were lucky."
Daniel's expression softened.
"Then we'll ask the chef to prepare only what you'll actually eat."
It was a small adjustment.
But it made Amina feel seen.
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Later that morning, Daniel introduced her to the headquarters of Okello Group—not as an interview candidate this time, but as his executive assistant.
Employees paused as they walked past.
Some smiled politely.
Others whispered behind their hands.
"Is that really her?"
"The CEO's fiancée?"
"I heard they got engaged after only a few months."
"No, I heard it was love at first sight."
Amina tried to ignore the gossip.
Daniel continued walking as though he hadn't heard a word.
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Grace showed Amina to her new office.
"You'll work closely with Mr. Okello," she explained. "He expects punctuality, honesty, and hard work."
"I can do that."
Grace smiled.
"I think you can."
Just then, a bouquet of red roses arrived.
The delivery man handed over a small card.
Grace frowned.
"These aren't from Mr. Okello."
Amina opened the note.
Her smile faded.
Gold diggers never stay rich forever.
There was no signature.
But she didn't need one.
She already knew who had sent it.
Grace looked at her with concern.
"Should I inform Mr. Okello?"
Amina folded the note and slipped it into her bag.
"No."
"I can handle it."
---
That afternoon, Daniel noticed Amina unusually quiet during a meeting.
When everyone else had left, he closed the conference room door.
"What happened?"
"Nothing."
"You've said three words in the last hour."
She hesitated before handing him the note.
He read it once.
His jaw tightened.
"Who gave you this?"
"It was delivered this morning."
"Did anyone see it?"
"I don't know."
Daniel picked up his phone.
"Security."
Within seconds, his head of security answered.
"I want every camera recording from the reception desk reviewed immediately. Find out who delivered those flowers."
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
Amina was beginning to recognize that tone.
It meant someone was in serious trouble.
She reached out gently.
"Daniel..."
He looked at her.
"It's only a note."
"No," he said quietly.
"It's someone threatening the woman under my protection."
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Amina felt her heart beat faster.
Under my protection.
The words echoed in her mind.
This marriage might be fake.
But Daniel's determination to keep her safe...
That felt completely real.
Across the city, Vanessa sat in her office, smiling as she checked her phone.
"By now," she murmured, "Amina should know she doesn't belong in Daniel's world."
She had no idea that Daniel had already begun searching for the person behind the flowers.
And when Daniel Okello started looking for answers...
He rarely stopped until he found them.
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