traffic on Third Mainland Bridge, she entered the kitchen and saw Nneka packing leftover moi moi and stew into containers. —Drop that food. Nneka froze. —Madam, sir said I can take leftovers home. —My husband has lost his senses over you. I have not. Drop it. Nneka placed the containers down. Folake stepped closer. —You think because he followed you to your slum, you are now family? You think pity is promotion? By morning, your name will be back at the agency, and I will make sure no decent house
Billionaire Sees his Maid Hiding to Eat Leftover Food… and His Life Changes
