—This food tastes like home.
He said it so gently that Adaeze, standing in the kitchen doorway, lowered her eyes.
Later, Folashade asked her to take green tea upstairs to Tunde’s room. Adaeze knocked and waited.
—Come in.
She entered with the tray.
—Good evening, sir. Your green tea.
Tunde looked at her properly for the first time.
—You are the new staff?
—Yes, sir.
—The food was excellent. And my room has never been this neat.
—Thank you, sir.
—God bless you, Adaeze.
She froze. Nobody in that house had spoken to her like a human being.
—Sir, I am only a maid.
Tunde frowned softly.
—Only? A person is not small because of her work.
Adaeze carried those words downstairs like medicine.
But peace did not last.
Nkechi arrived 2 days later in a red designer dress, laughing loudly, spraying perfume in the corridor as if the whole house already belonged to her. She found Adaeze folding Tunde’s freshly ironed shirts.
—Who told you to touch his clothes?
Adaeze stood immediately.
—Good afternoon, ma. Madam asked me to arrange the laundry.
—Do you know whose room this is?
—Yes, ma.
—This is my future husband’s room. A girl like you should not even breathe here without permission.
Before Adaeze could answer, Nkechi slapped her across the face.
The sound brought Tunde to the corridor.
—Nkechi, did you just hit her?
—She was in your room!
—She works here.
—She is a maid!
Tunde’s voice dropped.
—If you cannot respect people in this house, you are not welcome here.
Nkechi’s eyes turned cold. That was the moment she knew she had a real enemy.
That night, she called her father.
—Daddy, Tunde embarrassed me because of a servant.
Chief Okafor was silent for a moment.
—Give me 24 hours. That girl will regret entering that house.
And far away in the boys’ quarters, Adaeze sat beside her small bag, holding the untouched bread she had saved for her sick mother, not knowing that the trap being prepared for her would destroy more than her job.
Part 2
The next morning, Adaeze took the company car to Surulere with John the driver, carrying the bread, half of her breakfast, and 2 tablets she had begged from the house nurse for her mother. Mama Ngozi lay on a thin mattress near the window, her body weak but her eyes sharp with love.
—Ada, you cannot keep starving yourself for me.
—Mama, please eat. When you are strong, I will go back to school.
Mama Ngozi touched her daughter’s face and saw the faint mark of Nkechi’s slap.
—Who did this?
—Nobody, Mama.
—Do not protect people who are hurting you.
Adaeze did not answer. She only prayed with her mother and returned to Lekki before anyone could accuse her of laziness. In the mansion, Tunde noticed everything: the tiredness in her eyes, the way she hid her cheek, the way she worked even when her hands trembled. Quietly, he paid Mama Ngozi’s hospital bills through John, refusing to let Adaeze know until the hospital called her directly. Adaeze cried in the corridor of the hospital when she heard the bill had been cleared. That kindness tied her heart to Tunde in a way she feared to name. But in the big house, Folashade was becoming restless. Chief Okafor had visited her office and reminded her of every hidden favour, every illegal contract, every political connection he had used to lift her business.
—Your son will marry my daughter.
—Please, Chief, give me time.
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