(Evelyn POV)

The hospital comes into view(a tired building with peeling paint and too many people crowded around the entrance). The car barely stops before I'm throwing open the door and running.

I hear Leonardo behind me, his footsteps confident even in chaos.

Inside, the hospital smells like antiseptic and desperation. I push through the crowd at the reception desk.

"My mother(Mama Grace Adesua)they brought her in-"

"Wait your turn!" the nurse snaps.

"Please, she collapsed, I need to-"

A presence materializes beside me. Leonardo Sterling, looking completely out of place in this government hospital, fixes the nurse with a look that could freeze fire.

"The woman wants information about her mother," he says quietly. "Provide it. Now."

The nurse's attitude evaporates. "Let me check, sir-one moment-"

I'm shaking again. Leonardo's hand touches my back-just a light pressure, steadying.

"Grace Adesua," the nurse says, typing rapidly. "Emergency ward. Ward C. Through those doors, down the hall, third left."

I'm running again before she finishes.

The emergency ward is a nightmare of moans and smells and people lying on gurneys in hallways because there aren't enough rooms. I scan frantically until I see Salie standing outside a curtained area, her face streaked with tears.

"Sister!" She runs to me.

"Where is she? What happened?"

"Inside. The doctor is inside with her now."

I push past the curtain.

Mama lies on a narrow bed, her wrapper askew, her eyes closed. She looks smaller than I remember. Older. Fragile.

A young doctor with tired eyes looks up from checking her pulse. "Family?"

"Her daughter." I can barely speak. "What's wrong with her?"

"Her blood pressure is dangerously high. We're stabilizing her now, but she needs tests. Full bloodwork, CT scan-"

"How much?" I interrupt.

He hesitates. "We can discuss payment after-"

"How much?"

"Approximately eighty thousand naira for the immediate tests. More if we need to admit her."

The world tilts. Eighty thousand. I have maybe fifteen thousand in my account. Mama has less.

"I'll pay it."

Leonardo Sterling stands at the curtain entrance, his presence commanding even in this place of suffering.

The doctor blinks. "Sir?"

"Whatever tests she needs. Whatever treatment. I'll cover it." He pulls out his phone. "Give me the hospital's account details."

"Sir, you don't have to-" I start.

"We'll discuss it later." His tone brooks no argument. He turns to the doctor. "Is she in immediate danger?"

"We've stabilized her for now, but we need those tests to determine the cause."

"Then run them. All of them." Leonardo hands his phone to the doctor. "Transfer the funds you need. Whatever it takes."

The doctor nods, stunned, and disappears with the phone.

I stand frozen, my mind unable to process what just happened.

Salie tugs my sleeve. "Sister, who is this man?"

I don't have an answer.

Leonardo approaches Mama's bed, looking down at her unconscious form with an expression I can't read. Then he turns to me.

"Stay with her. I'll handle the paperwork."

"Mr. Sterling-"

"Leo," he says.

"What?"

"Call me Leo." He meets my eyes. "And before you start with the pride and the refusal and all of that-your mother is unconscious. You're exhausted. Let me help. We'll figure out the rest later."

I should refuse. I should be suspicious. I should demand to know why a billionaire I met twenty minutes ago is paying my mother's hospital bills.

But Mama's hand is cold in mine, and pride doesn't keep people alive.

"Thank you," I whisper.

He nods once and leaves.

Salie sits beside me, her eyes wide. "Sister, what is happening? Who is that man?"

"He's... my boss. Sort of." I squeeze Mama's hand. "I don't really know."

The doctor returns with Leonardo's phone and a tablet. "The payment has been confirmed. We'll begin the tests immediately."

Nurses appear, efficient and suddenly respectful. They wheel Mama away, and I'm left standing in the empty space where her bed was.

Leonardo returns, his suit jacket gone, his sleeves rolled up. He looks almost human like this.

"They'll update us in an hour," he says. "There's a waiting area-"

"I'm fine standing."

"You're shaking."

I look down at my hands. He's right.

"Come." He gestures toward the exit. "There's a canteen. You need to eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"That wasn't a request."

And because I'm too tired to argue, I follow him.

The hospital canteen is depressing(fluorescent lights, plastic chairs, and food that looks like it was cooked last week). Leonardo buys me rice and stew anyway, plus a bottle of water.

We sat at a corner table. I stare at the food.

"Eat," he says.

"I told you I'm not-"

"Your hands are shaking because your blood sugar is low. Eat."

I pick up the spoon, mostly to stop him from staring at me. The food tastes like nothing, but I force it down.

"Why are you doing this?" I finally ask.

He's quiet for a moment. "I don't know."

"That's not an answer."

"It's the only one I have." He leans back in his chair. "I saw you in my office, and I... wanted to know more. Then your mother collapsed, and not helping would have been..." He trails off.

"What would have been?"

"Wrong." He says it simply, like it's obvious.

I set down my spoon. "Mr. Sterling-"

"Leo."

"Leo," I correct, testing his name in my mouth. "Rich people don't just pay strangers' hospital bills without expecting something in return. So what do you want?"

His lips curve,not quite a smile, but close. "Direct. I like that."

"Answer the question."

"I don't want anything from you, Evelyn." He leans forward, elbows on the table. "Maybe I'm curious. Maybe I'm bored. Maybe I saw someone who actually works hard instead of pretending to, and it impressed me. Does there have to be a reason?"

"In my experience? Yes. Always."

"Then maybe I'm not like your experience."

I want to believe him. God, I want to believe that someone can just be kind without wanting something. But I've lived too long in the real world for fairy tales.

My phone rings. The hospital.

I answer with trembling fingers. "Hello?"

"Miss Adesua? This is Dr. Okoro. Your mother is awake."

Relief floods through me so intensely that tears spring to my eyes. "Can I see her?"

"Yes. She's in Ward C, Room 7. We'll have the test results in a few hours, but her vitals are stable for now."

I hang up and stand so fast the chair scrapes. "She's awake."

Leonardo stands too. "Let's go."

We walk back to the ward in silence. Outside Room 7, I pause.

"Thank you," I say again, meaning it with everything in me. "For the money, for the ride, for... everything. I'll pay you back. I don't know how, but I will."

"We'll talk about it later." He nods toward the door. "Go see your mother."

I push open the door.

Mama lies propped up on pillows, her eyes open but glazed with exhaustion. Salie sits beside her, holding her hand.

"Mama!" I rush to her other side, gripping her hand.

"Evelyn, my daughter." Her voice is weak but warm. "I'm sorry for scaring you."

"Don't apologize." I kiss her knuckles. "Just rest."

Her eyes drift past me to the doorway where Leonardo stands. "Who is that man?"

"He's... a friend," I say, the word feeling strange. "He helped us."

Mama studies him with the sharp eyes of a mother who reads people for a living. Then she nods slightly, satisfied with whatever she saw.

Leonardo steps into the room. "Ma'am. I'm glad you're feeling better."

"Thank you for helping my daughter," Mama says softly. "God will bless you."

Something flickers across his face. Like he's not used to blessings.

"Rest well, ma'am." He turns to me. "I should go. You have my number if you need anything."

"I don't, actually."

He pulls out his phone. "What's your number?"

I tell him, feeling surreal. Leonardo Sterling is asking for my phone number.

His phone buzzes in my pocket seconds later. "Now you have mine. Call if you need anything. Anything at all."

He leaves before I can respond.

Salie waits exactly three seconds before exploding. "Sister! Who be that fine man? How you meet am? Why he dey pay for Mama hospital bill? Wetin dey happen?"

"I don't know," I admit, staring at the text on my phone(just a simple): "This is Leo."

I really don't know.

But as I sit beside Mama, watching her sleep, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on me, I can't shake the image of intense eyes and a steady hand covering mine.

Leonardo Sterling saw me when I was invisible.

And I have no idea what that means.

(Evelyn POV)

The last thing I need tonight is to die in the street.

But judging by the three men blocking my path and the way their hands hover near their waistbands, death might not be taking requests.

It's past eight PM, and I'm trying to make it from the bus stop to our flat in Bariga without incident. The rain started twenty minutes ago(the kind of Lagos downpour that turns roads into rivers and makes regret pool in your shoes). I'm soaked through, my bag clutched to my chest, and now this.

"Fine girl," the tallest one says, stepping closer. His breath smells like cheap gin and bad decisions. "Where are you going?"

I keep my eyes down, trying to walk around them. "Please, I just want to go home."

"We won't hurt you." Another one laughs. "We just want to talk to you."

This is a lie. Men who just want to talk don't corner women in dark streets during rainstorms.

I calculate distances. Our flat is three streets away. There's a woman who sells suya two corners back,if I scream loud enough, maybe someone will come. Maybe.

"I don't have money," I say, which is true. After buying Mama's medication today, my purse has exactly two hundred naira and a half-empty bottle of hand sanitizer.

"Who is talking about money?" The tall one reaches for my arm.

I jerk back and slam into someone behind me.

Large hands grip my shoulders, steadying me. A voice, deep and surprisingly calm, speaks over my head.

"You boys lost?"

I twist to look up at my accidental savior.

He's tall(taller than the men threatening me)with broad shoulders under a black jacket that's somehow stayed dry despite the rain. His face is all sharp angles: strong jaw, high cheekbones, eyes that catch the streetlight like amber. A thin scar cuts through his left eyebrow.

He looks dangerous in a way that makes the three men suddenly look like boys playing dress-up.

"This does not concern you, boss," the tall one says, but his confidence has cracked.

"I'm making it my concern." The man's hands are still on my shoulders. "The lady clearly wants to go home. So you're going to step aside and let her."

"And if we don't agree?"

The dangerous man smiles. It's not a nice smile.

"Then we'll have a different kind of conversation. The kind that ends with you explaining to your mothers why you're missing teeth."

Silence, except for the rain drumming on zinc roofs.

The three men exchange glances. Some unspoken calculation happens. Whatever they see in this stranger's face makes them decide survival beats pride.

"We are joking," the tall one mutters, already backing away. "We are sorry."

They disappear into the rain-soaked night like roaches when the light comes on.

I released a breath I didn't know I was holding.

The man's hands drop from my shoulders, and immediately I miss their steadiness. I turn to face him properly.

Up close, he's even more striking. Rain has plastered his dark shirt to his chest, outlining muscles that suggest gym membership isn't his only form of exercise. His hair is cut low, neat. Gold chain glints at his neck(expensive, but not flashy). He's watching me with those amber eyes, concern etched in the slight furrow of his brows.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Yes. Thank you." My voice shakes slightly. "You didn't have to-"

"Yes, I did." He glances down the street where the men vanished. "It's not safe for you to walk alone this late."

"I don't have a choice. I live here."

"Where?"

I point vaguely. "Three streets that way."

"I'll walk you."

"You really don't have to-"

"Miss." He's already moving, positioning himself between me and the street. "I just scared off three men who wanted to hurt you. Walking you home is the easy part. Come."

There's something in his tone:authority mixed with genuine care that makes me fall into step beside him.

We walk in silence for a moment, rain creating a curtain around us. I study him from the corner of my eye. He walks like someone who owns the street, confident but alert, his eyes constantly scanning.

"What's your name?" he asks suddenly.

"Evelyn. Eve."

"Eve." He says it slowly, like he's memorizing it. "I'm Rico."

"Thank you, Rico. Really. I don't know what would have happened if-"

"Don't think about it." He glances at me. "You do this walk every night?"

"Most nights. I work in Victoria Island, but we live here, so..."

"Victoria Island." He sounds thoughtful. "That's a long commute."

"Three buses, if traffic is good. Four hours total." I hug my bag tighter. "But the pay is better there than here."

"What do you do?"

"I clean offices." I wait for the judgment, the subtle dismissal that always comes when I tell people my job.

It doesn't come.

"Honest work," he says instead. "Harder than most of the jobs where people sit in air-conditioning and push paper."

I look at him, surprised.

He catches my look and smiles(a real one this time, warm and slightly crooked). "What? You thought I'd look down on you?"

"Most people do."

"Most people are idiots." He steps around a puddle, then offers his hand to help me across. His palm is calloused, warm despite the rain. "I respect people who work hard. Rich people didn't make this city,people like you did."

There's a story behind that statement, but I don't ask.

We turn onto my street. The familiar sight of our weathered building makes my shoulders relax slightly.

"That one," I point to the flat on the second floor, where a dim bulb flickers in the window. "That's home."

Rico studies the building with an expression I can't read. "You live alone?"

"With my mother and my younger cousin." I pull out my keys. "Thank you again, Rico. Really. I don't know how to-"

"Don't thank me." He looks down at me, rain dripping from his face. "Just promise me you'll be more careful. Take a bike home, not the bus. Don't walk alone after dark."

"Bikes are expensive-"

"Eve." His voice softens. "Your safety is worth more than money."

Easy to say when you have money, I think, but his eyes are so earnest that I just nod.

"I'll try."

"Good." He hesitates, like he wants to say something else. Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a card(simple, black, with just a phone number embossed in gold). "If you ever need help. Anything at all. Call me."

I take the card,feeling the expensive weight of it. "Who are you, exactly?"

The crooked smile returns. "Someone who doesn't like seeing good people get hurt."

It's not really an answer, but before I can press, a voice calls down from the window above.

"Evelyn! That you?"

Salie's head pokes out, her braids wrapped in a silk scarf. Her eyes widen when she sees Rico.

"Yes, it's me!" I called back. "I'm coming up!"

When I turn back to Rico, he's already stepping away, melting into the rain and shadows.

"Wait-" I start.

He pauses, looking back. The streetlight catches his face, highlighting the scar, the strong jaw, the amber eyes that seem to see too much.

"Be careful, Eve," he says softly. "This city is beautiful, but it eats gentle people. Don't let it eat you."

Then he's gone, disappearing around the corner like he was never there.

I stand in the rain, staring after him, the black card heavy in my hand.

"Sister!" Salie's voice breaks my trance. "Come inside before you catch a cold! And who is that fine man?"

I climb the stairs slowly, my mind spinning. Two men in two days. Two impossibly different men who both looked at me like I mattered.

Leonardo Sterling with his corporate towers and cold precision.

Rico Blaze-I look at the card, there's no last name, just "Rico" and a number with his dangerous smile and protective hands.

I don't understand what's happening to my life.

When I enter our flat, Mama is sitting at the small table, sorting beans. She looks better than yesterday(color back in her cheeks)but I can see the exhaustion still clinging to her like a second skin.

"Mama, you should be resting," I scolded, dropping my bag and stripping off my wet wrapper.

"Resting won't pay bills," she says mildly. "Salie, bring a towel for your sister before she gets sick."

Salie brings a thin towel, but her eyes are bright with curiosity. "Sister,who is that man who walks you home?"

"Just someone who helped me." I dry my hair roughly. "Some men were bothering me at the bus stop. He scared them away."

Mama's hands still over the beans. "What kind of man?"

"Nothing serious, Mama. Just area boys trying their luck." I force lightness into my voice. "The man chased them off. I'm fine."

"Thank God." Mama makes the sign of the cross. Evelyn, I have told you that your working place is too far. Find somewhere closer-"

"Mama, we've talked about this. The pay at Sterling Towers is better than anything I'll find here." I sit beside her, helping sort beans. "Plus they paid your hospital bills. I can't just quit now."

"About that." Mama's voice goes quiet. "That man(the one who paid my hospital bill,is he your boss?"

"Sort of. He's the CEO." I focus on the beans, picking out stones. "He was... kind."

"Kind men don't give out eighty thousand naira for stranger hospital bills," Mama says shrewdly. "What does he want from you?"

"Nothing, Mama. He said he wanted nothing."

"Hmm." Mama's tone says she doesn't believe that for a second. "Just be careful, my daughter. When big men do big things, they always want something back. Just make sure you know what you are doing."

Her words settle uncomfortably in my chest. Because she's right, isn't she? In my experience, nobody gives without expecting returns.

But when I remember Leo's hand on mine in the car, his steady voice telling me to breathe, the way he paid without hesitation...

I don't know what to think.

"I'll be careful," I promise.

We sort beans in comfortable silence. Salie turns on the small TV(an ancient thing that only gets three channels and some Nollywood drama fills the room with dramatic music and dubbed English).

My phone buzzes.

Unknown number: "Did you make it home safely?"

My heart jumps. I know that direct tone even through text.

Me: "Yes, Mr. Sterling. Thank you for asking."

Leo: "Leo. And good. Your mother's test results should be ready tomorrow. I've asked them to send me a copy as well,I want to ensure she gets the right treatment."

Me: "You don't have to do all this."

Leo: "I'm aware. I'm choosing to anyway. Get some rest, Eve. Tomorrow is a long day."

The text ends there. I stare at my phone, at his name-Leo(glowing on the screen).

"Who is that?" Salie peers over my shoulder. "Ah ah! The First man? Sister, what is happening? First that dangerous-looking fine man, now the CEO man texted you? You have two toasters?"

"Salie, mind your business." But I'm smiling despite myself.

Toasters. As if. These men don't want me,they want... I don't even know what they want.

But I slip both cards(Leo's business card that I took from his office, and Rico's mysterious black card)into my purse like talismans.

That night, I dream of amber eyes and steady hands, of expensive cologne and rain-soaked streets, of two men who saw me when I was invisible.

I wake up confused.

(Evelyn POV)

The next morning arrives too early. My alarm screams at 4:30 AM, and I drag myself out of the thin mattress I share with Salie. She's sprawled across three-quarters of it, snoring softly.

I dress in the dark: my cleanest jeans, a simple blouse, my work shoes that I've glued back together twice. I rebraid my hair into a neater style, using the cracked mirror propped against the wall.

In the kitchen, I boil water for garri(cassava flakes that will serve as breakfast). Mama shuffles in, tying her wrapper.

"You are going to work early," she observes.

"I want to stop by the hospital first. Check on your test results."

"Evelyn, that man said he will send the results-"

"I know, Mama. But I want to see them myself." I pour hot water over the garri, stirring until it forms a thick paste. "I don't like depending on people too much."

Mama's eyes soften. "My stubborn girl. You got it from your dad."

We don't talk about dad often. He died when I was twelve(malaria that we couldn't afford to treat properly). The memory sits like a stone in my chest.

"Eat something," Mama insists, pushing a bowl of groundnuts toward me.

I eat mechanically, my mind already racing through the day ahead. Hospital. Work. Market shift in the evening if Mama feels strong enough to watch the shop alone.

The first bus is crowded but I manage to squeeze in, standing pressed against other early-morning workers. We're all exhausted, all chasing survival, all too tired to even make eye contact.

The hospital is quieter at 6 AM. I find Dr. Okoro at the nurses' station, looking like he hasn't slept.

"Miss Adesua." He recognizes me immediately. "Your mother's results are ready. I was going to call you-"

"What do they say?"

He gestures to his office(a small room that smells like coffee and stress). He pulls up results on a battered computer.

"Her blood pressure is manageable with medication, which is good news. However..." He pauses, and that pause makes my stomach drop. "We found something concerning. Her kidney function is declining."

The room tilts slightly. "Declining how?"

"Not critical yet, but it needs monitoring. She'll need regular check-ups, a strict diet, and these medications." He hands me a prescription(a long list of drug names I can't pronounce).

"How much will all this cost?"

He won't meet my eyes. "The medications alone will be about twenty-five thousand monthly. The check-ups, every two weeks, about ten thousand each time."

Forty-five thousand naira. Monthly.

I make thirty-five thousand from Sterling Towers. Another fifteen from the market shop on good months.

The math doesn't work.

"Is there... are there cheaper alternatives?" My voice sounds distant.

"These are already the generic versions." Dr. Okoro's expression is sympathetic. "Miss Adesua, I know this is difficult. But your mother's health can't be compromised. Without proper treatment, this could progress to complete kidney failure."

Complete kidney failure. The words echo in my head.

"How long do I have? To figure out the money?"

"She needs to start the medication this week. Sooner is better."

I nod mechanically, take the prescription, thank him, and walk out in a daze.

Outside, the morning sun is already hot. Lagos waking up, indifferent to my crisis. I sit on a bench outside the hospital entrance, staring at the prescription in my hands.

Forty-five thousand monthly.

I could pick up more shifts. But where? I'm already working six days a week, sixteen hours on some days.

I could ask Leo-

No. He's already paid eighty thousand. I can't keep going to him with my hand out like a beggar.

I could ask Rico-

I don't even know who he really is.

My phone buzzes. Leo.

Leo: "I've seen your mother's results. We need to talk. Can you come to my office before your shift?"

My pride bristles. He's seen them already? The hospital sent them to him first?

But pride doesn't pay for kidney medication.

Me: "What time?"

Leo: "Now, if possible. I'll have security expecting you."

I check the time. Seven AM. My shift doesn't start until eight.

Me: "I'll be there in thirty minutes."

I catch a bus to Victoria Island, my mind numb. The morning traffic is already building(Lagos choking on its own growth).

Sterling Towers looks different in the early morning light. Glass and steel reflecting the sunrise, looking like something from a different planet.

Security waves me through when I give my name. The elevator to the executive floor feels surreal(I'm usually cleaning it, not riding it as a guest).

Leo's assistant:a crisp woman named Bimpe who usually ignores cleaners actually smiles at me.

"Miss Adesua. Mr. Sterling is expecting you. Go right in."

The double doors to his office are already open.

Leo sits at his massive desk, but he stands when I enter. He's in another perfect suit(this one charcoal gray).

"Eve. Thank you for coming." He gestures to the chairs facing his desk. "Please, sit."

I sit, clutching my bag. The prescription crinkles inside.

He doesn't sit behind his desk. Instead, he takes the chair beside mine, angling it so we're facing each other. Equal height. Deliberate.

"I've reviewed your mother's results," he begins.

"I know. Dr. Okoro told me."

"Then you know she needs ongoing treatment. Expensive treatment."

I nod, not trusting my voice.

Leo leans forward, elbows on his knees. "I want to help."

"You already have helped. More than enough-"

"Eve." His eyes pin me in place. "Let me finish. I want to establish a medical account for your mother. Enough to cover her treatments, medications, and check-ups for the next two years."

My breath catches. "That's... that's over a million naira."

"One point eight million, by my calculation." He says it like it's nothing. Like that's not more money than I'll see in five years.

"Why?" The word bursts out of me. "Why would you do this? You don't know me. You don't know her. This doesn't make sense!"

"Doesn't it have to make sense?"

"Yes! Everything makes sense! Nothing is free! So what do you want?" I'm standing now, agitation driving me to my feet. "What's the price? Because there's always a price!"

Leo stands too, and suddenly we're too close, the air between us charged with something I don't understand.

"You want to know what I want?" His voice is low, controlled, but there's something burning underneath. "I want to see you not drowning. I want you to have one less thing crushing you. I want-"

He stops abruptly, jaw clenching.

"What?" I press. "You want what?"

"I don't know." He runs a hand through his hair,the first uncontrolled gesture I've seen from him. "I saw you in my conference room two days ago, and something in me... shifted. Then your mother collapsed and I saw you terrified, and I knew I couldn't just walk away. And now I see these results and I know you're calculating how to afford it, how to sacrifice more, how to stretch yourself even thinner, and I-"

He breaks off again, turning away.

"I can't watch that," he finishes quietly. "I have resources. You need resources. It's simple mathematics."

"It's not simple." My voice shakes. "It's complicated and confusing and I don't understand why a man like you cares about a woman like me."

He turns back, and the look in his eyes steals my breath.

"Neither do I," he admits. "But I do. So let me help. No strings. No expectations. Just... let me do this."

I want to say no. Pride demands it. Independence requires it.

But Mama's life hangs in the balance, and pride is a luxury I can't afford.

"I'll pay you back," I whisper. "Every kobo. It might take years, but I'll pay you back."

"Eve-"

"That's the condition. I accept your help, but it's a loan. I'm not a charity case."

Something like respect flickers in his eyes. "Fine. It's a loan. Interest-free, payment plan to be determined later."

"Much later," I add.

"Agreed." He extends his hand. "Deal?"

I look at his hand(large, strong, offering me salvation I don't understand).

I take it.

His grip is firm, warm. He doesn't let go immediately.

"Thank you," I manage.

"You're welcome." He releases my hand slowly. "I'll have my accountant set up the medical account today. You'll have a card you can use at any hospital or pharmacy."

"Leo-Mr. Sterling-"

"Leo."

"Leo," I correct, his name still feeling strange on my tongue. "Why are you really doing this?"

He's quiet for a long moment, studying me with those intense eyes.

"Maybe because the world breaks enough people," he finally says. "And I'd like to stop it from breaking one more."

It's the most honest thing he's said, and it cracks something in my chest.

Before I can respond, his office phone buzzes. He glances at it, frowning.

"I have a board meeting in ten minutes." He looks almost... reluctant? "But I meant what I said. If you need anything-"

"I know. Thank you. Really."

I turn to leave, but his voice stops me at the door.

"Eve?"

I look back.

He's standing by his desk, backlit by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking every inch the billionaire CEO. But there's something vulnerable in his expression.

"Be careful going home tonight," he says. "This city can be dangerous."

It's almost the exact same thing Rico said last night.

Two dangerous men telling me to be careful.

The irony isn't lost on me.

"I will," I promise, and slip out the door.

In the hallway, I lean against the wall, trying to catch my breath.

One point eight million naira.

For Mama.

From a man I barely know.

Who looks at me like I'm precious.

My phone buzzes. An unknown number, but I recognize the pattern from last night.

Rico: "Morning, Eve. Just checking if you make it to work safely?"

I stare at the message, then at Leo's office door behind me.

Two men. Two offers of protection. Two sets of eyes that see me.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do with this.

But as I head to the supply closet to start my shift, Mama's prescription no longer feels like a death sentence.

It feels like a reprieve.

And the beginning of something I don't yet understand.