Chapter 5 - THE ACCIDENTAL COLLISION
“You’re fired. Clear your locker.”
Mrs. Vance, the head of facility management, crossed her arms, her face twisted in a sneer. Abini had dropped a single cup of coffee in the executive lobby, her hands shaking from morning sickness. The stain on the imported rug was minimal, but Vance had been looking for a reason to cut staff all week.
Tears pricked Abini’s eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She took off her nametag, placed it on the supervisor’s desk, and walked out. She gathered her meager belongings in a cardboard box, clutching the crumpled ultrasound printout she had received from the free clinic that morning. As she walked toward the lobby doors, blinded by a sudden rush of tears, she crashed directly into a wall of custom-tailored Italian wool.
Her box hit the floor. The papers scattered across the polished marble.
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“Watch where you’re going,” a deep, familiar voice growled.
Abini froze. She looked up, the air leaving her lungs. Gideon Okoro stood there, flanked by three nervous executives. He opened his mouth to berate her, but the words died in his throat. He recognized the eyes. He recognized the jawline. Before she could run, Gideon’s gaze dropped to the floor. Resting perfectly face-up on the marble was the ultrasound photo, clearly stamped with her name.
