The sign read: “Mr. Nonso Okoye, Managing Director.”

I felt like my world was collapsing around me.

“It can’t be…” I whispered, tightening my grip on the mop.

Nonso had changed. Taller, more robust, wearing an expensive suit and imported cologne. But his gaze remained the same: sharp, arrogant, as if the world owed him everything.

I cleaned his office every night. I tidied his papers, polished his glass table, emptied his trash can.

He never recognized me.

One afternoon, while he was cleaning his desk, my name badge fell to the floor.

“Does your name ring a bell?” he asked, staring at me. “You worked in Enugu before?”

I smiled slightly.