Five years passed.
I moved to Lagos, seeking a new beginning. I got a job as a night cleaner at G4 Holdings, a tech company on Victoria Island.
“Brown uniform. Night shift. Don’t speak to the executives. Just clean,” the supervisor said.
On the seventh floor was a large office with gold handles and thick carpet. The nameplate read:
“Mr. Nonso Okoye – Managing Director.”
I felt my knees buckle.
“It can’t be…” I whispered, gripping my mop tightly.
Nonso had changed. Taller. Broader. Expensive suit. Designer cologne. But his eyes were the same—sharp, proud, as if the world owed him something.
