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The prison call
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2026-06-28 13:45:22
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Thrown Out, Claimed By The CEO. The prison call
The phone kept ringing. Elma stared at it. `Enugu Custodial Centre` That’s all the screen said. No name. Just the prison. Marian was asleep on the couch, breathing soft. Destiny had her head tipped back in the chair, mouth open a little. Everyone was safe. For now. The phone rang again. Elma’s thumb hovered over `Decline`. If she answered, Joseph won. If she didn’t, he’d find another way to reach her. The third ring. She answered. “Hello?” Her voice was steady. She didn’t know how. Click. Silence. Then a voice. Not Joseph’s. Official. Tired. “This is Sergeant Uche, Enugu Custodial Centre. We have an inmate requesting to speak with Elma Okonkwo. He says it’s urgent family business. Do you consent to the call?” Elma’s stomach dropped. “He’s in custody. He can’t just—” “He can request,” Sergeant Uche said. “You can refuse. But he will keep requesting. We’re required to ask you each time.” Elma looked at Marian. At Destiny. “No,” she said. “I don’t consent.” “U
Thrown Out, Claimed By The CEO. The Text From Prison
`We know where your aunt lives. -J` Elma froze. The phone felt heavy. Cold. Like Joseph’s hand was still on it. Destiny saw her face change. “What?” Elma didn’t answer. She just turned the screen around. Destiny read it. Once. Twice. Her jaw locked. “From prison?” Elma nodded. Nathan was still outside. She could see his shadow through the curtain. Patrolling. Watching. She should tell him. That’s what the card on the table said. `Emergency. Tea. When you’re ready.` But her thumb hovered over his number and didn’t press. Because if she told him, Marian would be pulled in. Questioned. Maybe arrested as an accomplice. After 5 minutes of truth on the kitchen step. And if she didn’t tell him… `We know where your aunt lives.` Marian walked home alone 10 minutes ago. Elma stood up. Fast. “We have to—” Her phone buzzed again. Another text. Same number. `Don’t tell the officer. This stays family. Or she pays. -J` Family. The word tasted like blood. Destiny grabbed El
Thrown Out, Claimed By The CEO. The SUV
The engine idled. That was the worst part. It didn’t drive off. It didn’t rev. It just sat there in front of the blue door, purring like a waiting animal. “Miss Elma Okonkwo?” The voice from the tinted window was calm. Too calm. The kind of calm Joseph used before he raised his hand. Elma didn’t answer. Her thumb was still hovering over Nathan’s number. 5 mins out, he said. But 5 minutes felt like forever with a black SUV blocking her street. Marian was shaking. Her hands gripped the doorframe like she might fall through it. “Don’t answer,” she whispered. “Please, Elma. Don’t. They’re Joseph’s men. If he goes down, they want—” She didn’t finish. Destiny already had her phone out. No dialing yet. Just the screen lit. Thumb over the emergency call button. Elma looked at her aunt. The woman who threw her out at 17. The woman who was now terrified on her step. “Get inside,” Elma said. Marian blinked. “What?” “Inside. Now.” Elma stepped aside, holding the door open wide
Thrown Out, Claimed By The CEO. The words that threw her out
Elma’s cup hit the table. It wasn’t dramatic. She just let go. Ceramic met wood with a soft crack. Tea sloshed over her hand, hot, but she didn’t flinch. She didn’t feel it.Because standing on the other side of the blue door was Marian.Her aunt. Joseph’s wife. The woman who 8 years ago stood in a different doorway, holding Elma’s school bag by the strap, and said five words that ended her childhood.Destiny’s hand stopped on the second lock. Her eyes cut to Elma. “You don’t have to open it.”Her voice was steady. No judgment. Just a wall.Outside, the voice came again. Older. Thinner. Broken. “Elma… please. It’s me. It’s Aunty Marian.”Elma didn’t move at first. She looked at the floor. The same kind of floor she’d slept on at the river bank before meeting destiny the night Marian put her bag outside and closed the door.8years. 8years of silence. 8 years of Joseph’s shadow. 8 years of being the girl nobody believed.“Open it,” Elma said.Destiny didn’t argue. She clicked the fi
Thrown Out, Claimed By The CEO. The truth
Morning came soft through the blue door. No knocks. No shouts. Just light and the sound of Enugu waking up.Elma woke first. For a second she reached for the wall, expecting cold concrete like the bus station. Instead her hand hit the blanket they bought together. She exhaled. She was home. Ours.Destiny was already in the kitchen, boiling water. “Sleep okay?” she asked without turning.“One eye stayed closed,” Elma said, smiling. “First time in 8 years.”They finished tea, locked the two locks behind them, and headed out. Nathan had texted: _Need you at the station. Last forms. Then you’re done with him._But when they got there, Nathan wasn’t at the desk with paperwork. He was waiting outside, away from the main hall. No uniform jacket. Just him, holding the closed file from last night.He looked at Elma, then at Destiny. “Can I talk to you for a minute? Alone?” Destiny read the room and nodded. She squeezed Elma’s hand once, then stepped aside to give them space, but stayed close e
Thrown Out, Claimed By The CEO. The arrest
Emma is 25 now. The file Nathan opened wasn’t new. It was 8years ago. Joseph, her aunt’s husband, had accused 17-year-old Emma of “seducing him.” Because of that lie, her aunt’s Marian threw her out. No questions. No hearing her side. Just the door and the street.Destiny found her that night. Two kids, alone, figuring it out. days later Destiny and elma met Nathan. He hired Elma, gave her work, gave her a name that wasn’t “liar.”Now, 8 years later, Elma told Nathan the whole story. The lie, the night she was thrown out, everything Joseph buried. Nathan didn’t wait. He pulled the old reports, the statements Joseph faked, the proof Destiny kept. “Joseph,” Nathan said as the cuffs clicked. “Arrested for false accusation, perjury, and abuse of authority against a minor.”Joseph tried to talk his way out. “That was years ago.”Destiny slid the folder across the table. “Years don’t erase it.”Nathan turned to the supervisor. “He’s removed from duty now. Suspended, then fired. You don’
Thrown Out, Claimed By The CEO. q1 Closure And Monitoring Mode
8:00 AM — Floor 50March ended with the closure of Q1 reports. The first quarter of the year had been brutal, methodical, and, for once, predictable. No last-minute fires. No boardroom surprises. Just data, deadlines, and a system that had finally stopped making noise.Port Harcourt completed its s
Thrown Out, Claimed By The CEO. Board Update And Adjustment
9:00 AM — Boardroom, Floor 60The February board meeting opened with the Vendor Risk and Integrity program update. The room was quiet in that way it got when the board was waiting to see if the numbers would justify the time they’d spent approving this six months ago.Elma presented the latest metr
Thrown Out, Claimed By The CEO. The Next Preparation
8:00 AM — Floor 50December started cold in the office, even though Lagos never got cold. The AC had been set to 18°C after a complaint from Finance, and now everyone kept cardigans at their desks. Elma called the team together for the Port Harcourt planning session at 8:00 sharp. The conference r
Thrown Out, Claimed By The CEO. Board Review And Next Step
9:00 AM — Boardroom, Floor 60The boardroom was full. The air had that sterile chill that only overworked AC and high stakes could create. Forty feet of polished walnut reflected the muted glow of recessed lights, and every seat along the table was occupied. Phones faced down. Notebooks open. No on
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