The job offer:
Nora her friend and colleague still tried reaching out to her, calling her countless times but when she suspected that all might not be well with her.
She became worried and decided to sneak out of the company since it was still break hour in order to visit her.
She hurriedly booked a ride to her place,on reaching to her house,she found Ecca lying on the cold floor looking pale an weak.Nora quickly called the attention of her neighbors and they rushed to the nearby medical chemist who came and applied first aid on her.
Nora stayed with her till she regained consciousness.she slowly opened her eyes, sitting up slowly.The harsh reality of her situation faced her,as she had lost her job, and her son medical bills were piling up not just piling up but also the urgency of the treatment.
Nora listened attentively as Ecca explained to her the situation of things , pouring out her heart ,fears and worries about her son condition.she gave her words of encouragement, reminding Ecca of her strength and resilence.
Her soothing words and gently touch helped calm Ecca’s frazzled nerves “my dear,it going to be okay” Nora said, offering her a smile.”we are in this together and will figure it out,you are not alone”.
Her presence and support helped,because l felt less overwhelmed and more hopeful about what the future holds.
I sat up cracking my brain on the way forward. “I think I have to dust my CV and start looking for job opportunities in other companies, or should I meet ophelia for help”she mumbled.
“Speaking of looking for a job,there is a job vacancy I saw online last week but I don't think you will like the role of the job, Nora said”.Ahhh Nora which site, which location, I rushed my words.In as much as it will bring money I gladly take any legal job. “Oooh Alright, just wait a minute let me reopen the site and see the nature of the work”. Nora said.
when I learned about the job vacancy as a househelp and the address of the place sounded familiar but I overlooked it,I was initially hesitant ,but the prospect of having a job and supporting myself and my loved one (my son) outweighed my reservations.
I decided to accept the job offer,even thou the role of the job was beneath my previous job.The realization that it was just a temporary necessity and would always look for better opportunities in the future.
All that was going through my mind was about the well being of my son, making me to overlook the misunderstanding that happened in the hospital between I and Markos, “YES” I call it misunderstanding because I know I was 100 percent sure of the true paternity of my son.Or was I the one that it wrong ,I weaved the doubtness.
With a sense of determination I prepared myself for the job Interview at the family mansion .I knew it wouldn't be easy but was ready to secure the job and learn the responsibilities of a househelp.my primary goal was to secure a steady income and to stabilize my life.
“I will be going back to the company since you are in a better condition now”,Nora spoke.I thanked her for her gesture and she promised to stop by when she closes from work.
It's a Monday morning, the weather was crisp and refreshing after the rain fall last night.A gentle breeze carried a sweet scent of the earth and leaves , invigorating the senses.The air was cool and calm with a subtle mist that hinted at the current rainfall.
There was a rainbow showing brightly on the sky,the sky was a brilliant blue color with just wispy clouds drifting lazily across it. The temperature was perfect neither too hot or too cold making it an Ideal day for outdoor.
I stretched myself on the bed as I slowly sat up and said my morning prayer, committing my day’s endeavor to God, praying inwardly to pass the job Interview in order to secure the job.
After my prayers,I did my morning chores,took my bath and rushed other things because I have to branch at the hospital to visit my son before going to the interview.
Stepping out of my house I was wearing a rumple gown because there was no light to iron it,with my faded cover shoe and a well packed neat hair.
I hasten my footsteps cause it was obvious that I was going to trek to the hospital and then board a taxi that will take me to the place of my job Interview.
Reaching my destination,was a very magnificent building,the walls was designed with gold stones glittering like a morning star,the gate was not left out,it has massive iron pillars rising high into the air like sentinels,the gate feature design elaborate scrollwork and and ornate details, gleaming to the sunlight.
The gate sturdy bars seem impenetrable yet looked like something that can be swung open with ease.
I marvelled at the gigantic building decoration, then imagining how the inside will look like. “It will look like heaven on earth”I giggled.
The realization of my coming there dawn on me as I quietly walked to the gate being careful and observant not to cause any havoc.
Gently I pressed the gate ball, as the gatekeeper opened the door. “Good morning young lady”.He greeted in a rumble tone.
“Good morning sir”I came for the interview,the role of a househelp, I said. “Oooh you can come in, let me inform my madam of your presence”he said. “Alright sir”I responded.
When he came back he ushered me inside the mansion, telling me to wait that the madam will soon come out.I sat down waiting patiently and muttering a few words of prayers in order to get the job.
Few minutes later a woman walked majestically down from the stair case with effortless elegance,her slender figure was draped in a mini short gown, her cologne filled the whole room as she reached the bottom,my jaw dropped in surprise.
“How come”
“Am I in the wrong house”
I grumbled.
Ophelia…wh…at ..are..y..ou…do..ing here, I stammered I couldn't believe my eyes as I staggered back.
POV: Ecca---The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I tiptoed down the hallway, careful not to wake Caleb or Nora. Davis was already at the kitchen table, sipping lukewarm coffee and scanning the morning news on his tablet.“The commission is under investigation,” he said quietly. “Something about misuse of authority. No mention of Caleb.”I nodded, sliding into the seat beside him. “That’s good, right?”He looked at me, eyes thoughtful. “It’s a start. But the bigger concern is who might step in now.”I frowned. “What do you mean?”“There are other agencies. Private donors. People who know what our son is and want whatever potential he carries. Our story is public. That means it’s out there and mixed opinions are already forming.”I swallowed hard. “You think someone else will come after us.”Davis nodded. “It’s likely. People will see this as a gold mine. You need a plan.”---That afternoon, I met with a counselor specializing in high-pr
Ecca pov:We ran through the overgrown alley behind the university building, the sharp blast of alarms echoing in our ears like gunfire. My lungs burned with every breath, my legs pumping harder than they had in years, driven by the primal need to protect Caleb, to survive. Davis was just ahead of me, clutching the laptop like it was a lifeline which, in this moment, it absolutely was.The cold air stung my face, mixed with sweat and panic. My hands trembled. We have proof, I thought fiercely. We have something that can stop this.But the shadow of pursuit was never far behind.I glanced back no sign of immediate pursuit, but we didn’t slow down. Not yet.When we finally burst out onto the cracked pavement where Davis had parked the car, Nora was there, holding Caleb tightly. His eyes were wide, scared. My son. My heart caught.“Get in,” Davis barked. Nora hurried toward the passenger seat. I slid in beside her, Caleb slipping into my arms.The engine roared as Davis peeled out, tires
The event POV: EccaThe car hummed steadily beneath us, but my thoughts were anything but calm. Every word Davis said replayed in my head like a warped tape. Memory loss. Mood swings. Aggression. None of it made sense. My son was just a kid, playful, bright, full of questions and energy. He wasn’t dangerous. He wasn’t broken.But they wanted him.That much was clear.We drove for nearly an hour, leaving the city behind. The tall buildings gave way to cracked asphalt roads and old barns collapsing under the weight of silence. My breath fogged the passenger-side window as I stared out, each landmark unfamiliar, yet somehow ominously quiet.Davis finally spoke. “We’re close. Just up this road.”I looked at him. “Have you used this cabin before?”“Once,” he said. “After things went south with the lab. It was a place to disappear, not heal. But it’ll do for us now.”We turned onto a narrow gravel path that wound through the woods. Trees closed in around us, their bare branches clawing at
The plan ---POV: EccaThe air felt too still after that. Nora sat quietly, glancing between me and Davis, her knuckles pale around the strap of her purse. I could see it in her eyes. She was scared too.I pushed the blanket aside and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. The cold floor shocked me into clarity.“Ecca,” Davis said, stepping toward me, “you’re still recovering. You shouldn’t”.“I need to see my son,” I said again, firmer this time. “I need to know he’s okay. That he’s safe.”Nora nodded. “He’s with my sister right now. I didn’t want to bring him to the hospital because… well, kids shouldn’t be around this kind of tension.”“You were right,” I whispered. “But I think it’s time we moved him.”Davis didn’t argue. He looked at Nora. “Where’s your car?”“In the visitor lot. About five minutes from here.”“Go straight to your sister’s house,” he said. “Pack what you need. We’ll meet you somewhere safe.”Nora hesitated. “Where?”“I have a friend who owns a cabin about an ho
My son's safety POV: EccaThe steady hum of the heart monitor blended with the quiet ticking of the wall clock. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a soft glow, but nothing about this hospital room felt warm. Except him.Davis hadn’t left.His presence, quiet yet grounding, settled something in me I hadn’t realized was screaming. I stared at the ceiling, trying not to crumble again. I had barely held myself together in front of Dr. Davis. Barely swallowed the lump in my throat when reality hit me. I was truly alone in this.Except… I wasn’t.Not tonight.Davis was still here.I shifted slightly under the sheets and turned to look at him again. He seemed lost in thought, one hand loosely hanging over the armrest of the chair, his fingers twitching now and then like he was reliving something.His eyes met mine before I could turn away.“You’re not sleeping,” he said quietly.“I could say the same,” I whispered, giving him a weak smile.“I have too many thoughts in my head,” he replied
Knowing about my son:Ecca“Not everybody” Dr Davis interjected professionally giving Davis a grateful nod before turning to me. “You're lucky he found you and brought you here on time. You're seriously dehydrated and your body is under too much stress.You will be here overnight for proper medical observation and treatment.I swallowed hard,the reality of the situation sinking in. I have fainted as a result of too much stress,who would be mentally and physically stable after all this stress.Stress is even an understatement,it should be called torture.Davis shifted awkwardly on his feet. As if unsure of what to say,whether he should leave or stay. “I didn't mean to interrupt your resting,I just wanted to be sure that you are okay”. He said in a low voice.“Noo it's fine,you aren't disturbing me. I am really grateful,I don't just know how to thank you enough.” I replied.He shrugged it off his shoulder, it's nothing much. Thank God I could have been of help to you. What we should be