The Billionaire’s Maid | She Came To Clean His House But God Had A Different Plan

Part 1
Adaeze was still wearing the black dress from her father’s burial when she stood at the gate of a billionaire’s mansion in Lekki and begged to become a maid.
The gateman looked her over twice, from her worn sandals to the small nylon bag in her hand. She was 21, thin from sleepless nights, beautiful in a quiet way, and too proud to cry in front of strangers.
—Good morning, sir. I came for the house-help position.
—Wait there. Madam does not like people entering anyhow.
Inside the mansion, Madam Folashade Balogun sat in a cream-colored wrapper, signing cheques with one hand and answering calls with the other. She was one of the richest women in Lagos, but fear lived quietly behind her diamonds. Her only son, Tunde, was being pushed toward marriage with Nkechi, the spoiled daughter of Chief Okafor, a powerful politician who had helped Folashade build part of her empire.
When the gateman told her a girl was outside looking for work, Folashade sighed.
—Bring her in.
Adaeze walked into the sitting room and saw marble floors, gold-framed mirrors, flowers that looked more expensive than a whole month of food, and women in uniforms moving silently like shadows.
Folashade studied her.
—What is your name?
—Adaeze Nwankwo, ma.
—Experience?
Adaeze swallowed.
—I was studying accounting at the University of Lagos. My father died 3 weeks ago. My mother is sick. I need work.
The room became too quiet.
—So you are a dropout?
—For now, ma. But I know how to cook, clean, keep accounts, and respect people’s homes. I do not steal. I do not lie. I only need a chance.
Something about the girl’s voice touched Folashade, though she quickly hid it.
—You will start today. If you disgrace me, you will leave the same day.
—Thank you, ma. God bless you.
That evening, Adaeze cooked bitterleaf soup, jollof rice, peppered chicken, and soft moi moi the way her mother had taught her. Tunde Balogun came home late from his office in Victoria Island, removed his jacket, and tasted one spoon of food at the dining table.
He stopped.
—Mum, who cooked this?
Folashade looked up from her phone.
—The new girl.