Novels by Favour .N.

Sophia The email from Hart Global sat in my inbox like a ticking bomb. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the final line again.Mr. Damien specifically requested your attendance. Not Bennett Accounting, not one of our executives. Me! I didn't know why that bothered me so much.Maybe because I'd spent years watching powerful men use influence like a weapon. Maybe because Damien Hart have looked straight through me during our first meeting, as though he already knew things I hadn't discovered yet.Or maybe it was because of that warning.‘Be careful who you trust.’The words refused to leave me alone.………I was standing outside the hospital with a paper cup of coffee growing cold between my hands. The streets was just beginning to wake up.Cars rolled through the streets, people hurried toward underground stations.The city moved with its usual relentless energy, completely unaware that my life had become a disaster in less than a week.I stared through the hospital windows for a mom

Sophia’s POV By the time I left the office, the evening sky had turned a deep shade of grey. Traffic crawled through the streets.People hurried along the pavements, eager to get home before the rain started.Normally, I would have paid attention to the city around me. But today, my mind was elsewhere. Damien’s warning lingered at the back of my thoughts. ‘Be careful who you trust.’ The words were cryptically annoying, and yet I couldn't completely get them off my mind. Something about the way he'd said them felt deliberate, as though he knew something I didn't.Unfortunately, I had bigger problems to worry about.My father was still in a hospital bed, and Bennett Accounting was hanging by a thread.By the time I arrived at the hospital, the familiar smell of antiseptic greeted me the moment I stepped out of the lift.I made my way down the corridor and pushed open the door to Dad's room.Immediately i saw him, relief washed through me. He looked much better. The colour had retur

Sophia The walk from the break room to the boardroom shouldn't have felt like a journey, yet every step seemed heavier than the last.Perhaps it was because the past twenty-four hours had drained every ounce of energy from me. Or perhaps it was because something about this meeting felt important in a way I couldn't explain. The corridor was unusually quiet.Most employees were still buried in phone calls and emergency meetings, trying to contain the damage spreading through the company.Everywhere I looked, tension hung in the air. People smiled less, spoke less, laughed less.Fear had a way of changing a workplace.And right now, fear was everywhere.By the time I got the boardroom, I became very nervous. I paused outside the door, straightened my blazer, tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Then took a deep, calm breath.I pushed the door open, and immediately realized something was different.The room was silent. Not ordinary silence, the kind of silence that followed au

Sophia I barely slept. Everytime I closed my eyes, I pictured the image of my father collapsing. Everytime I drifted, the crushing weigh of impending disaster happening around jerked me awake. I gave up on sleep entirely, the hospital room was quiet, dad was still asleep.For the first time in a long time, he looked peaceful.I wished I could say the same for myself, but the email from the office sat heavily in my mind. Several clients wanted answers. Rumors were spreading. And Dad wasn't in any condition to deal with any of it.Bennett Accounting fell entirely on my shoulders. I wasn't an executive, I wasn't a partner, I wasn't even involved in the management side of the company. I worked there, yes. But there was a huge difference between working for a company and carrying it's weight on your shoulders. Yet life rarely asked whether you were ready. It simply pushed you forward.Ethan arrived carrying breakfast. The moment he saw my face, he frowned."You didn't sleep?""I did."

Sophia's POV The ambulance door slammed shut in front of me. For a second, all I could do was to stare at my father lying on the stretcher through the glass window. His eyes were closed. An oxygen mask covered part of his face. Machines surrounded him. People moved around, talked, some trying to help. But all I could think was that less than thirty minutes ago, he was standing in his office. Now he's been rushed to the hospital. Fear settled heavily on my chest, the kind of fear that made it difficult to breathe. The ambulance pulled away, it's sirens cut through the busy London traffic as it disappeared into the distance. I stood frozen on the pavement, unable to move, unable to think.“Miss Bennett” a voice snapped me back into reality. I turned and saw Derek standing a few feet away. His usually neat appearance looked disheveled, his tie hung loose, his expression was grim. “the doctors would take care of him”. He said, his both hands inside his pocket. I nodded, but the

Sophia's POV I knew something was wrong when I saw the crowd, employees were gathered outside the conference room in small groups whispering among themselves. The moment I stepped off the elevator, conversations stopped, heads turned, just few people quickly looked away, others exchanged uneasy glances. My pace slowed as I began to wonder what was going on. I tighten my grip on my handbag as I slowly scanned the floor. Bennett accounting has always been a busy place but it has never been like this before, the atmosphere felt heavy like a storm waiting to break. Normally, by nine o'clock, people would be rushing between offices, carrying files, answering calls, complaining about deadlines and so on. But today, everyone looked nervous and fearful, as if they were waiting for something terrible to happen.When I stopped beside the receptionist desk, she looked up “good morning ma” her voice sounding strained, the face and the tune she use to greet me was no where to be found. “Mornin