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Ijeoma left the CEO’s office feeling uneasy.
Akachukwu’s words kept repeating in her mind like a warning she couldn’t fully understand.
“This office holds things people are not supposed to see.”
She frowned slightly as she walked down the corridor.
“What did he mean by that?” she whispered to herself.
But no answer came.
The next morning, the atmosphere at ALABAMA Business Enterprise felt different.
More tense.
More watched.
Ijeoma noticed staff whispering in corners, but no one explained anything.
She tightened her grip on her cleaning tools and continued her work.
She had learned not to ask questions.
Questions only made things harder.
Chelsea entered the building earlier than usual.
Her heels echoed confidently across the polished floor as she walked through the hallway.
She greeted staff with a smile, but her eyes were sharp—observing everything.
Looking for something unusual.
Or someone.
Ijeoma was cleaning the hallway when she felt a presence behind her.
She turned slightly.
Chelsea.
Her heart tightened.
“Good morning ma,” Ijeoma said quickly, lowering her head.
Chelsea stopped.
She studied her for a long moment.
Not rude.
Not friendly.
Just… calculating.
“You’re the new cleaner assigned to the CEO’s office?” she asked.
“Yes ma.”
Chelsea nodded slowly.
“I see.”
A pause.
It felt longer than it should.
Then Chelsea walked a few steps past her, stopped again, and said quietly:
“Be careful around places you don’t understand.”
Ijeoma’s hand paused mid-clean.
But when she turned—
Chelsea was already gone.
That evening, Ijeoma sat on her small bed after work.
Her body was tired, but her mind refused to rest.
She opened her phone and stared at it for a while.
No messages.
No money yet.
No relief.
“I just started… I can’t give up now,” she whispered.
But the weight of responsibility was growing heavier each day.
Her siblings depended on her.
And she had no room for failure.
🏢 AKACHUKWU’S OFFICE
Upstairs, Akachukwu stood by the large glass window of his office.
The city lights reflected in his eyes, but his mind was somewhere else.
He frowned slightly.
“This is unnecessary,” he muttered.
But even as he said it, he didn’t convince himself.
Because the truth was simple—
He kept noticing her.
And he didn’t understand why.
Without knocking, Chelsea entered his office.
Akachukwu didn’t turn immediately.
“I need to talk to you,” she said.
“What is it?”
He finally faced her.
“It’s about the cleaner.”
That made him pause.
“Why are you concerned about a cleaner?” he asked calmly.
Chelsea stepped closer.
“Because you are noticing her.”
Silence.
The room felt colder.
Akachukwu’s expression didn’t change.
“You’re imagining things.”
Chelsea smiled faintly.
“I used to think you were honest.”
That sentence lingered in the air.
But Akachukwu said nothing.
Downstairs, Ijeoma was finishing her work when her phone buzzed.
She checked it quickly.
Unknown number.
“Be careful. Not everyone in that building is your friend.”
Her heart dropped.
She looked around instantly.
The hallway was empty.
Too empty.
Her fingers tightened around the phone.
“Who is this…?” she whispered.
A cold feeling spread through her chest.
And for the first time since she started working there…
She felt like she was being watched.
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