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Thrown Out, Claimed By The CEO. SUB-LEVEL3_
“Sirens.” Richard was already moving. “NFCC took James out the front. That’s not them.” Nathan was at the window. 41 floors up. “Service entrance. Black van. No plates.” Elma’s phone buzzed. Unknown number. `Sub-Level 3. 60 seconds. -W` “W,” Nathan said. “The woman with small feet.” Destiny’s voice came through Richard’s phone. He’d patched her in. “I’m 2 blocks out. I lost her in the stairwell. She went down.” “Down,” Elma said. “Sub-Level 3.” Richard handed her the keycard. “Your father’s biometrics. Not mine. Not Nathan’s.” He looked at the board. “If she doesn’t open it, no one does. If she does... she controls the vote.” Elma didn’t wait. She ran. Nathan right behind her. “Elevators are locked down.” “Stairs,” Elma said. They moved. *40... 39... 38...* Floor numbers blurred past. Marian grabbed Richard’s arm. “She’s not a soldier.” “No,” Richard said. “She’s Mr. Okonkwo’s daughter. That’s better.” *20... 15... 10...* *Sub-Level 2.* The sta
Thrown Out, Claimed By The CEO. The Tower
6:02pm. Hayes Corp Tower, 41st floor. Glass. Steel. Silence. The boardroom was full. Twelve chairs. Twelve faces. All of them looking at the door. At the head of the table: Joseph. No, James. Suit tailored. Hair slicked back. No orange. No cuffs. He looked like he belonged there. Because he did. “Mr. Hayes,” the chairwoman said. Her voice shook. “You said you had the majority shares.”“I do,” James said. He smiled. “And I have the heir.”The doors opened. Elma walked in first. Nathan behind her. One step back. Doctor. Bodyguard. Heir. Every head turned. Elma didn’t look at James. She looked at the table. “Miss Okonkwo,” the chairwoman stood. “We were told you were... missing.”“I was,” Elma said. “Held. Threatened. My aunt’s assets frozen. My name used to commit fraud.” She dropped a folder on the table. Bank transfers. Photos. The guard’s confession. All from the USB. “James Hayes. Faked his death 9 years ago. Married my aunt under a false name. Used her to access Ha
Thrown Out, Claimed By The CEO. The nokia
The footprints didn’t go far. Destiny followed them to the tree line. Stopped. “She didn’t come back out.” “Or she did,” Nathan said. He was crouched by the window, checking the frame. “And she’s still here.” Marian sat on the floor, the note crushed in her fist. “Joseph’s wife. Your aunt.” She looked up at Elma. “I married him. I let him into this family.”Elma didn’t look at her. She was staring at the Nokia. Dead. Black screen. But it was warm. “It’s been on,” she said. “Recently.”Nathan moved next to her. Doctor first, heir second. “Let me see.” He took it. Turned it over. The back cover came off easy. Too easy. Inside: No SIM card. No battery. Instead: a smaller USB chip. And a folded note. `Batteries are for people who wait. -J`“Charging port,” Nathan said. He pulled a power bank from his medical kit. Always carried one. Doctor habit. “Hayes Corp standard. We used these for field staff.” He plugged it in. The Nokia screen flickered. *1%... 2%...* Destiny stood by
Thrown Out, Claimed By The CEO. Move
“Keys,” Nathan said. No one argued. Destiny was already at the door, pistol low. She checked the peephole. Empty porch. Empty street. The officers were gone from the gate. “Where are they?” she said. Nathan’s radio crackled. Static. Then nothing. “They’re not answering.” Elma’s stomach dropped. “Joseph—”“Don’t say his name,” Destiny snapped. She threw the door open. Two officers lay on the grass by the gate. Breathing. Unconscious. No blood. No signs of a fight. Just down. “Gas,” Nathan said. He’d seen it before. “Tasteless. Fast.” He kicked the gate. It swung open. The car was still there. Nathan’s SUV. Untouched. “Move,” he ordered. They ran. Marian in the middle. Elma behind her. Destiny covering the rear. Elma didn’t look at the house. She didn’t look at the broken window. She didn’t look at the black box on the floor. She just ran. *In the car:* Nathan floored it. Tires screamed on the gravel. Destiny was in the passenger seat, eyes on the mirrors. “We’re clean
Thrown Out, Claimed By The CEO. The record
Elma didn’t breathe. Her hand was still on the door handle. Cold metal under her palm. *Three taps.* *No one there.* *Just her name on an envelope.*Destiny was already moving. She stepped in front of Elma, one hand out. “Step back.”Marian was on her feet now. No blanket. No hiding. “What is it?”Elma didn’t answer. She couldn’t. She just held up the photo. Marian saw it. Age 17. Asleep. Vulnerable. And on the back: `I’ve been watching you longer than you think. -J`Marian made a sound. Not a gasp. Not a cry. Like the air got punched out of her. “He... he was there?”Destiny took the envelope from Elma. Checked inside. Empty. No prints she could see. No other paper. Just the photo and the threat. She shut the door. Locked it again. Click. Click. Click. “Phones,” Destiny said. Her voice was flat. Cop voice. “All of them. Now.”Nathan was still on his call outside. She opened the door a crack. “Nathan. Inside. Now.”He came fast. Saw the photo in Destiny’s hand. His jaw set. “
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. crumbs and closure
*9:20 AM*Elma walked in without her laptop. The bag felt light. Wrong at first. Then right.For months the laptop was her third arm. She slept with it. She ate with it. The blue light was her night lamp. Today it stayed in the bag. Zipped. Silent. Like a promise she kept to herself.The office a
Thrown Out, Claimed By The CEO. Green to Red
*10:05 AM*Elma woke up without an alarm. That sentence alone felt illegal. For eleven months, her body had been trained to jolt awake at 4:30 AM to the sound of PagerDuty screaming about latency spikes in Port Harcourt. Today, the room was quiet. No phone buzzing on the nightstand. No laptop ope
Thrown Out, Claimed By The CEO. 12 missed calls
*9:10 AM — Floor 12, Hayes Corp*Elma walked in to find the floor quieter than usual.Not empty. Just… breathing.For months, Floor 12 at 9AM sounded like a trading floor. Phones. Keyboards. Someone swearing at Excel. James yelling “WHO TOUCHED THE DASHBOARD?” before his first coffee.Today?
Thrown Out, Claimed By The CEO. Wednesday Evening
7:10 PM Elma walked into the restaurant ten minutes early.She had not been early for anything in months. Early meant waiting. Waiting meant thinking. Thinking meant remembering bus stops, Joseph’s hands, the sound of her aunt locking the door.But tonight was different.The hostess recognized he
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