INICIAR SESIÓNFRAUD WAS EXPOSED.ANNE'S POVThe moment Maxwell asked the question—Which member?—the entire surveillance room felt as if it stopped breathing.The lead forensic expert looked at me, then at Maxwell, then back at the fingerprint scanner as though hoping the machine would magically change its results.“It belongs to…” His voice thinned. “…a woman.”My heartbeat tightened. Only two women sat on the board—Mira and Zainab.“Who exactly?” I asked.The expert exhaled slowly, as if releasing something heavy.“Madam Anne… the fingerprint matches Zainab Omotosho.”The room fell into a thick, suffocating hush.Maxwell’s eyes flicked sharply to me, then back to the screen Not disbelief—shock.Confusion. A hint of suspicion he didn’t want to feel. I felt the tension coil around him.Zainab was known as the “conscience” of the board. Or so everyone said. But fingerprints didn’t lie.A few minutes later, word travelled faster than fire.Zainab burst into the surveillance room even before I sent for
THE INVESTIGATION MAXWELL POV“It would rather rebuild the company,” I said quickly, my voice sharper than intended, my gaze locked on Hale. “And expose the evil workers who want to milk the company dry, leaving it miserable and bankrupt.”The room fell into a cold, brittle silence.Hale’s jaw flexed. Mira wouldn’t look at me. Collins rubbed his temples as though praying the roof would cave in and end this nightmare.But the document lay between us—a single sheet that now carried the weight of an entire corporation’s survival.The majority had signed. The induction of an external legal analyst was authorized.Whether Joe stormed out, or Hale burned with fury, the decision was sealed.Yet something in me kept replaying Joe’s exit. The violent coughing. The sudden panic in his eyes. The way he sprinted out like he’d seen a ghost.No… He wasn’t sick. I knew it. Everyone knew it. He was running from the decision.Or worse…Running from what the investigation would reveal.Minutes later,
BRINGING ANNE INMAXWELL POV.The call came the second I stepped out of Anne’s apartment.My hand had just released the doorknob when my phone buzzed violently in my pocket—an urgent vibration that sent a ripple of dread through my spine.I answered before the second ring.“Hello?”“Sir—Maxwell—thank God you picked.” It was my secretary, Tilda. Her voice was breathless, shaky in a way I had only heard once before—when the first set of funds went missing.“What is it?” I demanded.“It’s the investigation,” she blurted. “The security agencies… they said they can’t proceed.”I stopped walking. My steps froze mid-air.“Can’t proceed?” My voice lowered to a dangerous calm. “What did they say exactly?”“They said the trail… doesn’t make sense,” she replied. “They said it’s either internal sabotage so well covered that they can’t decode it—or someone inside is deliberately obstructing them.”My jaw tightened. “Someone inside?”“Yes, sir.” She swallowed audibly over the line. “Someone with hi
REAL IDENTITY Anne's POV.The air in the room tightened, thick enough to chew through. Maxwell’s eyes were fixed on me—steady, searching—while the woman’s face held a careful mixture of worry and confusion.My sigh still hung in the space between us, trembling like a secret fighting to stay buried. But secrets never stay buried forever.I swallowed hard. “I… should tell you,” I whispered.The woman stepped closer, her hands folding gently, as if bracing herself. “Go on, Anne,” she urged softly. “Whatever it is… just say it.”Maxwell didn’t speak, but the slight incline of his head told me he was listening for every detail. I pulled in a breath. And finally—finally—I began.“It wasn’t always like this,” I murmured. “Me working in a restaurant… hiding who I was… pretending everything was fine.”My fingers twisted into the blanket, knuckles whitening.“I studied law. I was supposed to be someone. I had dreams. Ambitions. A future that actually made sense.” My voice cracked. “But I threw
SHE DISCOVERED MY IDENTITY.Anne's POV.The door swung open with a burst of hurried footsteps, Her breath came in short, panicked bursts, her hair slightly disheveled as though she had run the whole way here. Her eyes swept wildly around the room—searching, desperate—until they landed on me.“Anne?” Her voice cracked in the middle, both fearful and hopeful. “Oh, thank God—Anne!”It was Mrs. Halima, the woman who had hired me at the restaurant… the woman in whose restaurant I had collapsed. Her hands trembled as she pressed them over her chest, her relief slowly softening the tight lines around her eyes.“I thought—” She swallowed, shaking her head. “They told me there was a power issue. I—I panicked. I thought something happened to you again.”I locked my gaze on her and whispered, “Not at all.” I shook my head in rejection of her thought of bad things happening to me. My voice came out weak despite my effort to sound firm.Maxwell moved aside respectfully to give her space. Harris, w
REVEALING HER LEGAL GENIUS.Anne’s POVThe silence that followed Maxwell outburst was suffocating.The tall man’s eyes gleamed under the fluorescent light, sharp and unreadable. The door clicked shut behind him, the sound echoing through the room like a verdict. I could feel Maxwell’s tension — the way his body stiffened beside me, his fists clenching at his sides. The doctor had gone still too, his hand frozen midair above my pulse monitor.The man took a slow, deliberate step toward us. “Now,” he said, his voice calm but thick with something unreadable, “why don’t you both tell me what you’re doing here?”My heart was hammered. Maxwell shifted closer to me, shielding me subtly.“Who are you?” he demanded, his tone clipped, controlled.The stranger tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. Then, to my utter shock—he chuckled.“Relax, Mr. Maxwell,” he said lightly, as if nothing was wrong. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”I blinked, confusion replacing fear. Max







