Adaora, a brilliant yet self-doubting programmer from Ifo, Nigeria, faces the harsh realities of life when her mother falls ill. Armed with exceptional tech skills but struggling with low self-esteem, she ventures to a city in Lagos seeking for job...
The night was still as Bam Bam lay in bed, her phone's screen glowing faintly in the darkness. She stared at the screen, fingers hovering above the keyboard, wrestling with her thoughts before finally pressing send.
Bam Bam: "Hey Chidi… You weren’t even scared I caught you having an affair."
The words felt daring, dangerous even. Her heart pounded as she waited for a reply, uncertain about what she expected. Moments passed before her phone buzzed, and Chidi’s reply appeared on the screen.
Chidi: "You saw what you saw. Now, what do you want?"
Bam Bam blinked at the bluntness of his response. She felt the weight of his words, as she typed back.
Bam Bam: "Just saying you weren’t careful, that’s all."
Another pause before Chidi replied. Chidi: "I’m always careful, Bam Bam. But we both know you're texting for a reason. Want to talk in person?"
She hesitated. Her mind flashed back to that moment in his office earlier that day—Tolani slipping out of the restroom, Chidi shirtless, his muscles casually on display. She swallowed hard, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement.
Bam Bam: "Maybe 😏"
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The Next Morning It was the day of Tunde’s big case, and Bam Bam barely slept, her thoughts consumed by Chidi’s messages. But as soon as she stepped into the office, the atmosphere shifted. Today wasn’t about her or Chidi; today was about Tunde. The air was thick with tension, and everyone seemed on edge.
Meanwhile, Tunde was already preparing himself mentally for the day. He knew this was more than just another trial—it was a chance to clear his name and prove his innocence. As he straightened his tie in the mirror, Adeola appeared behind him, looking sharp in her tailored suit. Her expression was focused, cold even, as she adjusted the collar of her blouse.
“Are you ready?” she asked, her tone crisp.
Tunde nodded. “I’ve been ready.”
They arrived at the courthouse like a force to be reckoned with, both of them dressed in sleek, professional attire that spoke volumes about the seriousness of the case. Tunde noticed how Adeola carried herself differently today—there was an aura of quiet authority around her. She had taken control of everything, and he found himself silently grateful for it.
Inside the courtroom, the tension was palpable. The case went back and forth for hours, the prosecutor trying to paint Tunde as a bully, pulling out old stories from their high school days. But Adeola was unflinching. She countered every argument with precision, referencing old incidents where Tunde had been wrongly accused, and one case in particular—an event from high school where Adeola herself had been a witness and defended him—proved to be the turning point.
After hours of grueling testimony and cross-examination, the verdict was finally in. The judge’s voice echoed through the courtroom as he announced Tunde’s innocence. It was a shock to everyone in the room. Tunde’s new lawyer, Adeola, had pulled off a victory no one saw coming.
In the aftermath of Tunde’s victory in court, the tension between him and Adeola remained. They hadn’t spoken much since the case was won, but the air between them was charged with something unsaid. Tunde had seen a side of Adeola that both impressed and unnerved him—a side that made him wonder how much she was truly capable of.
As they left the courtroom together, Adeola caught his eye, her cold, professional mask slipping for just a moment.
“We won,” she said simply, her voice steady.
Tunde nodded. “Yeah, we did.”
But deep down, he knew the case wasn’t the only battle they would face.
