No fear.
No flattery.
No attempt to impress her.
Only calm awareness.
“He’ll be fine,” Chinedu said.
The supervisor stepped forward quickly. “Madam, don’t worry, we’ll handle—”
“No,” Uchi said, still looking at Chinedu. “I asked him.”
Silence.
Then Chinedu rose slowly and brushed the dust from his hands.
“You should fix the support beams,” he said, nodding toward the unstable structure. “Next time, someone may not move fast enough.”
The supervisor looked offended.
Uchi did not.
Because he was right.
“Have that inspected immediately,” she said.
“Yes, madam.”
When she looked back, Chinedu had already returned to work.
That should have been the end of it.
It wasn’t.
She went back the next day.
And the day after that.
At first, she told herself it was about the project. But even she knew that was no longer entirely true.
By the third visit, the whispers had begun.
“She’s distracted.”
“She keeps coming for that laborer.”
“This won’t end well.”
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