MY EX HAS BECAME MY BOSS, I'M DOOMED [Episode 10 - 12]

 

MY EX HAS BECAME MY BOSS, I'M DOOMED

MY EX HAS BECAME MY BOSS, I'M DOOMED

                                                                    Episode 10

The photo slipped from my fingers. It fluttered to the table like a leaf in a storm, but the shock hit me like a train. The date stamp glared in red at the bottom: May 25, 2025. Three days ago. That couldn’t be possible. Lanre’s voice was hollow. “They told me she died in a fire. My mother and my baby sister. I believed it for nineteen years. I mourned them, buried ashes that weren’t even real.” “Lanre…” I couldn’t find the words. He picked up the photo again, his fingers trembling slightly. “Fola found this. She was running facial recognition through foreign embassies’ footage after the drone attack. This was taken outside the Turkish consulate in Abuja.” “You think they faked her death?” I asked. “I don’t think. I know,” he said, his voice gaining steel. “They staged it. My father staged it. I remember now—bits and pieces. He told me not to go into the house that night. He said, ‘Stay in the car. Don’t move.’ Then the house exploded. And afterward… he never cried.” My heart twisted. “You think your mother knew something?” “I think she found out everything. And they made her disappear.” “But why is she back now? After all this time?” Lanre looked me in the eye. “Maybe she’s trying to finish what she started. Maybe she’s the reason Dare’s empire is crumbling. Maybe she’s the ghost they can’t silence.” A knock at the door startled us both. Three quick taps. One slow. Fola. She slipped in, holding her phone, her expression unreadable. “We have a bigger problem,” she said. “Your story went global. Dare’s name is everywhere. The board’s in chaos. And now… Interpol is involved.” “That’s good,” I said. “Isn’t it?” “It would be,” she replied, “if they weren’t after Lanre.” My stomach dropped. “What?” “Someone submitted a dossier under anonymous credentials to Interpol. Dozens of fabricated documents. It paints Lanre as the mastermind behind the entire operation. His father’s successor. Dare’s silent partner. They even have doctored voice recordings.” “But that’s a lie!” I shouted. “We have the truth!” “And we’ll prove it,” Fola said. “But right now, there’s a red notice on Lanre’s name. If he crosses any border, he gets arrested.” Lanre leaned against the wall, letting out a low breath. “They’ve flipped the board. Now I’m the villain.” “So what do we do now?” I asked. “We go deeper,” Fola said. “The woman in that photo—Lanre’s mother—she’s the only one who can clear his name. And I found something else.” She pulled up another image on her phone: CCTV footage from a high-end clinic in Calabar. There, wheeled in under heavy security, was the same woman. Older. Scarred. But undeniably her. “She was admitted under the name ‘Ngozi Akanmu’ two days ago,” Fola said. “With amnesia.” “She doesn’t remember who she is?” I asked. “Not yet. But she might remember enough. Enough to bring this empire down.” “Then we go to her,” Lanre said, voice steady. “We leave tonight.” “Interpol’s watching flights,” Fola warned. “Then we go by road,” he replied. “No more hiding. I want the truth.” I packed a small bag. My sister was already taken to safety by Maka’s team. The rest of the world was hunting us, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the fire in Lanre’s eyes. The truth had shattered everything around him—his career, his father’s legacy, even his safety. But it hadn’t broken him. If anything, it made him clearer. Stronger. We left before sunrise, weaving through back roads, dodging checkpoints, moving like ghosts. But just an hour from Calabar, a call came through to Fola’s secure line. A deep voice.

“Turn around. Now. Or the woman dies. You’ve been warned.”

Fola’s face paled. “They know.”

Lanre slammed the brakes. “They’re already there.”

I leaned forward. “Then we don’t turn back.”

We pushed forward. The clinic appeared like a mirage in the jungle’s edge—silent, too quiet. We walked in, and the nurse barely looked up. “She’s on the second floor. Room 208. But—”

We didn’t wait. We ran.

Up the stairs. Down the hall.

Room 208.

Door ajar.

Lanre burst through first—

And froze.

She was gone.

The bed was empty.

Only a single sheet of paper lay where she’d been.

Lanre picked it up slowly.

His hands shook as he read the words aloud:

“I remember everything now. Don’t trust Fola.”

The air went still.

Fola stepped forward. “Lanre—”

He spun on her, gun drawn.

“Who are you really?”

Her expression didn’t change.

But her hand?

It was reaching slowly behind her back.

And just like that, I realized—

We’d been betrayed from the beginning.

Episode 11

The silence was thick—so thick it pressed against my chest like a weight. Lanre’s gun was aimed at Fola, and her eyes didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch. Just stared back at him like she’d been expecting this moment all along. “Move your hand slowly,” Lanre said, voice low and sharp. “Away from your back.” Fola exhaled and raised both hands. “Lanre, I’m not your enemy.” “Then explain that note,” I cut in. “Because the woman who remembered her entire erased life took her first moment of clarity to warn us about you.” “It’s not what you think,” Fola said quietly. “Then tell us what to think,” Lanre snapped. “Tell us why my mother would vanish and leave you behind, calling you a liar.” “Because she doesn’t know everything,” Fola replied, stepping back. “She remembered what I did before she knew the full story.” “What did you do?” I asked. “I was working with your father,” she said finally, looking at Lanre. “Ten years ago. Not as an employee. Not as a spy. As his protector. He knew he was being watched. He suspected a coup inside his own ranks. He didn’t trust the board, Dare, or Seyi. So he hired me—off the books—to act as his shadow. To get close to them. To dig.” “That’s convenient,” Lanre said coldly. “And when did he ask you to erase my mother?” Fola’s jaw tightened. “He didn’t. She found out about me. About the things I was discovering. She confronted your father, and… that night, I tried to warn her. But it was too late. The house burned. I thought she died. I grieved her.” “So now she’s alive and hiding,” I said. “And she doesn’t trust you.” “Because I kept my distance when I found her,” Fola said. “She was unstable. Fractured. And I knew if I revealed myself too soon, she’d run. I planted cameras. I watched over her from a distance. I protected her. I waited.” Lanre’s arm was still raised, but I could see the battle in his eyes. “She said don’t trust you,” he whispered. “And yet you’ve risked everything to help me. Why?” Fola looked at both of us. “Because I believed in your father’s vision before I learned the truth. And I believed in you when I saw you turn against everything he stood for.” A beat passed. Then Lanre lowered the gun. Barely. “If you lie to me, I won’t miss next time.” “Fair,” she said. “But I’m not the danger now. The people who took your mother again are.” My head snapped up. “You think she was taken?” “There were no discharge papers. No cab logs. No witnesses. That clinic was too secure for someone like her to just walk out. She was silenced. Again.” Lanre clenched his fists. “And I let it happen. Again.” Fola stepped forward. “You didn’t. You came. You found her. Now we get her back. But we have to move—fast.” Suddenly, my phone vibrated. An anonymous number. A single message:

“Stop digging or she disappears forever. —Seyi”

I showed it to them. Lanre stared at it with hate. “He’s playing with fire.” “No,” Fola said, turning pale. “He’s setting it.” “What do you mean?” I asked. She pulled out a second phone. Typed furiously. Her face turned colder by the second. “I tapped into Seyi’s private network weeks ago. He just sent an internal command.” “What kind of command?” Lanre asked. Fola looked up. “He’s activating Protocol Zulu.” “What the hell is that?” I asked. “A failsafe your father created in case his empire was ever exposed. It wipes the system. All files. All data. All witnesses.” “Witnesses?” Lanre echoed. Fola nodded grimly. “That includes your mother. Everyone tied to the old operations. Every person who knows anything.” “Then we stop it,” Lanre said. “We end this.” “We’ll need help,” Fola replied. “I have a contact. He’s a ghost. Goes by the name Falcon. He’s ex-MI6. He can get us inside Seyi’s fortress.” “Where is Seyi?” I asked. Fola’s lips tightened. “Exactly where we don’t want to go. The underground Crest lab beneath Obudu Cattle Ranch.” “The ranch is a tourist site,” I said. “Exactly,” she replied. “That’s the cover. Below it is the black site where everything gets processed—bribes, records, bio-logs. And now? Probably your mother.” I felt sick. “Then that’s where we go.” Lanre looked at me. “You sure?” “She warned me about you,” I whispered. “But if I can’t trust you… who else is left?” He held my gaze. “Then let’s burn down everything they built.” That night, we drove north—toward Obudu. Past forests. Villages. Roadblocks. We traveled like ghosts. Fola contacted Falcon through a dead drop. And when he finally appeared, emerging from the jungle like a shadow, I understood why they called him a ghost. “This isn’t a rescue,” Falcon said, his voice smooth and lethal. “It’s a war. Once we step into that lab, there’s no turning back.” “We’re not turning back,” Lanre replied. Falcon handed us headsets. “Then follow me.” As we moved through the dark trails, toward the hidden elevator that led into the earth, I realized something:

This wasn’t about an ex anymore.

It wasn’t about regret. Or revenge.

This was about survival.

And tonight… someone would lose.

                                                                     Episode 12

The elevator dropped like a stone. No lights. No buttons. Just the low hum of unseen machinery carrying us deeper into the earth beneath Obudu Cattle Ranch. Falcon stood like a statue, silent, barely breathing. Lanre’s jaw was tight. Fola was checking her pulse. And me? I was trying not to throw up. When the doors opened, the air changed. Cold. Sterile. Unforgiving. The underground lab stretched wide, lit by flickering LED panels and lined with corridors labeled in codes I didn’t understand. Falcon turned to us. “We’re in Level 3. The data vault is left. Holding cells—right. We split up. You get the woman. I’ll get the files. We rendezvous at the southern exit in twenty minutes. No mistakes.” Lanre nodded. “We’ll get her.” “You better,” Falcon muttered, vanishing like smoke. We ran down the right corridor, boots echoing against metal. Each door was locked with biometric panels—until we reached one marked Subject X32. Lanre pressed his palm against the panel. Nothing happened. “It’s coded,” he growled. “I’ll override it,” Fola said, plugging a tiny device into the slot. Sparks flew. A beep. The door creaked open. The room inside was small and white, and in the center—bound to a hospital bed—was her. Lanre’s mother. Her hair gray. Her eyes alert. And brimming with tears. “Lanre?” she whispered. “It’s me,” he said, rushing to her side. “We’re getting you out of here.” She grabbed his wrist. “You can’t. Not yet. There’s something you don’t know.” “We don’t have time—” “You’re in danger,” she said. “More than you know. Seyi isn’t working alone.” “We know. It’s the board—” “No,” she whispered. “It’s her.” Her eyes moved past Lanre. Past me. To Fola. “She’s not who she says she is.” Lanre turned. “What is she talking about?” Fola’s expression went blank. Cold. “She doesn’t know what she’s saying.” “The fire,” his mother whispered. “You lit it.” Lanre’s hand dropped from the restraints. “What?” Fola didn’t deny it. She just… smiled. Slowly. “I told you I worked for your father. That part was true. But I didn’t protect him. I destroyed him. On orders.” “Whose orders?” I demanded. “The real architect. The one who started this empire long before your father took credit. The one who paid me to erase the past. And now?” She drew a small pistol from her jacket, aimed it directly at Lanre. “They want you gone.” I stepped between them instinctively. “You won’t shoot. Not here.” “I won’t,” Fola said. “But she will.”

Behind us, the door slammed shut.

A woman stepped in. Elegant. Cruel.

I’d never seen her before.

But Lanre had.

His voice broke.

“Auntie Jumoke?”

She smiled like poison.

“Oh, my dear. Still trusting the wrong women, I see.”

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