Peep!
A new notification popped up on my phone. The same blogger had dropped another post.

“Oh no,” I whispered. “Not again.”

This time, the blogger posted proof of actual documents showing “evidence” of money laundering and a shell company. The office exploded. Even the finance department wasn’t spared.

I was standing right in front of their door, watching the chaos unfold.
People shouting. Calls flying.
And me? I was calculating how to beg my former company to take me back even as a receptionist. My village people must not win. 😭

But instead of running, I went straight to Josh.

> “Where’s the document you gave me?” I asked.
“Which document? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stuttered.

Oh wow. He wanted to act innocent.

> “You’ve seen the news, right? If this company is going down, you’re going with it and I’ll personally call EFCC.”

I said it calmly.
But everyone heard.

His boss appeared like thunder.

> “What document? You must be confused. Maybe you can’t read financial statements correctly. We have monthly audits here.”

I looked around. Every face in Finance was tight and loyal to the boss.
Fine. They’d win this round. But not the next.

Back in PR, I told the media team,

> “Tell journalists we’ll reach out after confirming what’s really happening. No comment yet.”

I considered contacting the blogger but stopped myself.
If they had internal documents, then the source was inside this company.

Now everyone was a suspect. Even Anna. 😤

Then Anna walked in.

> “Bolatito, the board wants to speak with you.”

She handed me the phone.

> “Good afternoon,” I said.
“What’s your solution to these allegations?” a voice asked.

Allegations? Hmm. I wasn’t so sure they were false anymore.

> “Sir, we’re investigating. We’ll report back once we have proof.”
“And when will that be?” another woman asked sharply.
“Before 24 hours, ma,” I said, praying silently.

The call ended. My eyes rolled.
Focus, girl.

I needed water. Cold water.
I whispered, “Lord, have mercy upon us.”

Then I opened my eyes.
“Jesus Christ!” I screamed.

Josh was standing there.

> “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said.
“But you did,” I muttered in my mind.

> “You can read financial statements, right?” he asked quietly.
“Yeah… why?”

He removed his suit and from behind his belt pulled out a folded document.

> “Here,” he said. Then he left.

I took the paper to the restroom, whispering,

> “Lord, keep me alive. I don’t want to die in episode two.”

I opened it. My heart raced.

The numbers didn’t balance. Transactions didn’t align.
Whoever forged this forgot that math doesn’t lie.

But something caught my eye 
the company address on the document didn’t match ours.

The blogger’s “proof” had no address.
So whose document was this?

Maybe, just maybe, we were being framed.

Then my phone rang.
It was Anna.

I stared at the screen.
In movies, the villain always calls first.

> “Yes?” I answered.
“Where are you?” she said.

And that’s when I knew…
This story isn’t over. 😏