“Do everything within your power to revive him. He’s all I’ve got. I’ll pay whatever it costs.”
Adana dashed back to the accident scene.
By the time she got there, her delivery box and the goods had been stolen.
With tears in her eyes, she returned to the hospital.
Her phone vibrated.
It was her manager.
She picked up.
“Wait, what do you mean the box is gone?” he shouted angrily, then ended the call.
Adana stood outside the hospital, staring helplessly at the empty stretch of pavement. She was confused. It was completely gone, vanished like smoke.
She turned and walked back into the hospital, her shoes clicking softly against the floor.
The long hallway felt colder now.
As she entered the waiting area, she spotted Andrew standing by the emergency unit door, pacing back and forth. His white agbada shimmered faintly under the hospital lights, but his face was full of worry.
Before she could say a word, he looked up and saw her.
“Adana, right?”
She nodded.
“Come,” he said gently but firmly.
They walked to a quiet corner near the coffee machine. He turned and looked at her again, studying her like she was a puzzle he needed to understand.
“My dad is stable now,” he said. “But the doctors said if he had been brought in just a few minutes later, he might not have made it.”
Adana swallowed hard, relief and guilt tightening in her chest.
“I… I’m glad he’s okay.”
Andrew nodded slowly, then tilted his head.
“You lost your delivery, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir. The box is gone. The goods, everything.”
“And your job?”
She blinked back tears.
“He called me just now. He fired me immediately.”
Andrew exhaled sharply.
“You were doing a delivery for SwiftSend Dispatch, right?”
Adana looked up in surprise.
“Yes. How did you know?”
Andrew gave a small smile, one without amusement.
“Because I own the company.”
Adana froze.
“What?”
“You work for one of our satellite branches,” he continued. “Jabi office? That manager, Kunle, is it? He reports to my general logistics team.”
