THE STORM

The car glided through the quiet streets of Enugu, its engine humming softly as the chauffeur expertly maneuvered past the familiar landmarks. The evening sun cast a golden glow over the city, painting a serene picture that contrasted sharply with the tension simmering inside the car.

Christine leaned her head against the window, her thoughts far from the scenery outside. She had regretted dismissing her chauffeur earlier that morning, thinking it would be simpler to commute home with Jide. Now, trapped in his car with his piercing gaze on her, she couldn’t help but feel like a cornered animal.

Jide broke the silence. "Christine, about what I saw in the gym earlier... you and Sean—what was that?" His tone was deceptively casual, but the curiosity in his voice was evident.