Semua Bab my bully loves me : Bab 101 - Bab 110

Scene – Helena’s Internship Office, Monday MorningThe building loomed tall in the heart of the city, its glass façade reflecting the hustle and heartbeat of Lagos. Helena stood in front of it, her nerves tucked beneath a crisp black suit and a carefully practiced smile.Inside, the office buzzed with quiet intensity—lawyers speaking in clipped tones, files stacked like small skyscrapers, and interns bustling about like bees in designer shoes.A woman with sharp eyes and red lipstick walked up to her.“You’re Helena Whitmore?”“Yes, ma’am,” Helena replied.“I’m Mrs. Orakwe. I’ll be overseeing you. Welcome to Kingsley & Rowe Legal.”Helena followed her through the maze of hallways, absorbing every word, every desk, every nameplate.“This isn’t Brentford anymore,” Mrs. Orakwe said without looking back. “We don’t baby our interns here. You’ll be drafting, researching, attending shadow hearings. Understood?”“Yes, ma’am.”“Good. Let’s see what you’re made of.”Helena exhaled. This was it.

Scene – Kingsley & Rowe Legal Chambers, Monday MorningHelena sat at the long glass table in the conference room, her notepad open, pen poised. Mrs. Orakwe stood at the front, speaking to a small group of interns, her heels clicking softly as she paced.“We’ve been offered an opportunity to send one intern to shadow a real courtroom advocacy team in Abuja for two weeks. You’ll assist with briefs, research, and possibly—if you earn it—stand up during hearings.”Helena’s pulse ticked up.Mrs. Orakwe turned and met her eyes. “Whitmore, congratulations. You’ve been nominated.”Helena’s mouth parted. “Me?”A few of the other interns turned, surprised—but not shocked.“You’ve shown the discipline and the drive,” Mrs. Orakwe said. “Don’t let the pressure shrink you. Step into it.”Helena swallowed hard, her hands trembling slightly under the table. She’d worked for this. Fought for this. Dreamt of this.And it was happening.Scene – Flight Academy Briefing Hall, Same TimeGreg entered the ma

Scene – Helena’s Dorm Room, Friday EveningHelena stood in front of her mirror, swiping a light gloss over her lips as soft Afrobeat pulsed from her Bluetooth speaker. Her dress shimmered with every movement—deep blue, elegant, and just edgy enough for the night ahead.Behind her, Tessy was sprawled on the bed, painting her nails.“You sure about the heels?” Tessy asked. “You know how club floors are—designed by demons.”Helena laughed. “I want to make an entrance.”“You always do.”The door swung open and Stacy popped her head in, already dressed in a fire-red crop top and ripped jeans. “Okay, divas. Are we ready to destroy Lagos nightlife or what?”Tessy groaned playfully. “As long as no random guy tries to pull me to the dance floor again. I just want to vibe and eat suya in peace.”Helena winked. “That’s why we’re going. To remind the world that we’re young, hot, and undefeated.”They bumped fists, grabbed their purses, and headed out.Scene – Club Halo, 10:38 PMThe club was aliv

Scene – Garden Behind Law Faculty, Early Morning The garden behind the law faculty was quiet—just waking with the sunrise. Sunlight filtered through the trees, dappling the cobblestone path with golden freckles. Birds chirped softly from the treetops, and the scent of hibiscus filled the air. Helena stood barefoot on the grass, holding a printed outline in one hand and a pen in the other. She had read the same sentence five times. “Still nervous?” came Greg’s voice from behind. She turned, and there he was—holding two steaming cups of cocoa and wearing a grin that melted something in her chest. “I’m terrified,” she admitted, taking a cup. “My mock trial is in three hours, and I can’t remember if it’s corpus delicti or habeas corpus I’m supposed to argue first.” Greg took the outline from her hand and tossed it gently onto the picnic mat he’d set up earlier. “Then it’s time to breathe.” He took her free hand and led her toward the center of the small garden where he’d laid

Scene – Cadet Flight Academy, MorningThe air was thick with excitement and pressure as cadets zipped up flight suits, instructors walked briskly across the tarmac with clipboards, and spectators began to fill the observation deck. It was showcase day—the biggest event of the semester for pilot trainees. The top cadets would demonstrate their aerial maneuvers in front of government officials, airline recruiters, and academy heads.Greg stood in the locker room, tying his boots with mechanical focus. His mind ran through his flight pattern again—loop, dive, recovery, then landing. Each move etched into his muscles, but today, it felt different.High stakes.One shot.A voice cut through his thoughts.“You breathing, Dalton?”It was Okechukwu, his flight partner and close friend.Greg exhaled. “Barely.”“You’ve done tougher flights. This one? Just another day in the sky.”Greg smiled faintly. “Except this time, half the country’s watching.”“Then give ’em a show,” Oke said, clapping his