She did not know why he stayed in her thoughts. Maybe it was because, for those few minutes on the rooftop, she had not been the heiress of Adaku. She had just been Ify.
Meanwhile, Tunday kept working his usual security shifts at Adaku Holdings. But now he often found himself glancing toward the rooftop, half expecting to see her again. He did not know why he cared so much. She was just some troubled girl, right? Still, he hoped she was okay. He hoped she had not slipped back into the sadness that had brought her there that night.
Almost a week later, fate stepped in.
Ifyoma returned to Adaku Holdings in the evening, wearing simple clothes with her hood up and sunglasses on. She was not there as the heiress, just a shadow moving through familiar spaces. She did not want to go to the rooftop this time. Instead, she wandered into the courtyard where a small fountain spilled water into a marble pool. She sat by the fountain, listening to the gentle splashes, pretending she was nobody important.
Now and then, she saw him.
Tunday, the security guard who had saved her without knowing who she really was.
He did not hover around or ask questions. He simply did his job, checking the gates, helping tenants with groceries, and giving directions to lost delivery drivers. But Ifyoma noticed something. Whenever she sat there, he quietly adjusted his patrol so he passed by more often. He never disturbed her, never made her feel watched, just made sure she was safe.
Then came the rainy afternoon that told her everything she needed to know.
She was sitting by the fountain again, lost in her thoughts, when the clouds suddenly broke open. Heavy rain poured down without warning. People around her rushed for shelter, umbrellas popping open, car horns blaring.
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