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Have we met before?

Nathan’s question hung in the air between them. Elma couldn’t answer. Her throat was too tight, her hands trembling around the strap of her bag.

She knew that face. Not from the market. From the news. From the billboards around the city. Nathan Hayes, youngest doctor at Hayes Memorial, heir to the Hayes family.

He shouldn’t even be talking to her.

Destiny stepped forward, protective. Are you okay, Elma?

Elma nodded once, but her eyes never left Nathan.

Nathan noticed. He glanced between them, then back at Elma. I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m Nathan Hayes. And you are?

Elma swallowed. Elma Okonkwo.

The name meant nothing to him. Good. Maybe Joseph hadn’t ruined her everywhere yet.

I see you every day at the clinic, Nathan said slowly. You sit in the charity line. Always quiet. Always last.

Elma’s face burned. So he had seen her. When she couldn’t afford medicine for the cough she got sleeping outside.

Before she could respond, Destiny cut in. She doesn’t need your charity, mister. She needs a job.

Nathan raised an eyebrow. A job?

Destiny nodded, bold as always. Yes. She’s smart. She’s hardworking. And she’s not a thief, if that’s what you’re thinking.

Elma wanted to disappear. But Destiny was already talking, and for the first time in days, someone was speaking for her like she mattered.

Nathan studied Elma for a long moment. Then he said, Come to Hayes Corp tomorrow. 9 AM. Ask for HR. Tell them I sent you.

Elma blinked. What?

You need a job. I need someone who isn’t afraid of hard work. Hayes Corp is hiring for the admin department. It’s not glamorous, but it’s a start.

Joseph worked there. If she went, she’d run into him. He’d make sure she was fired before lunch.

I can’t, Elma whispered.

You can, Nathan said firmly. And you will. Unless you’d rather keep sleeping by the river.

The words were harsh, but his eyes weren’t. There was something there. Something that made Elma believe he wasn’t like the others.

Destiny squeezed her hand. Say yes, Elma. Please.

Elma looked at Nathan, then at Destiny, then at the city lights behind them. For the first time since Aunt Marian threw her out, she saw a way forward.

Okay, she said quietly. 9 AM.

Nathan nodded, satisfied. Don’t be late. And Elma… don’t let anyone make you feel small. Not even me.

He turned and got back into the SUV. The car pulled away, leaving Elma and Destiny standing in the glow of the streetlights.

Destiny grinned. Told you fate had plans.

Elma didn’t smile back. She was thinking about Joseph. About the factory. About the name Hayes.

If she walked into that building tomorrow, her old life would end.

And a new one, full of danger, would begin.

She was ready.