Chapter 8: A New Story

I think say finally, I go get my justice.

I dey hope say na apology she wan bring, or maybe evidence go surface. My mind dey fly.

But to my surprise, Kamsi come beg me to still dey ghostwrite for Amarachi.

For the coffee shop, Kamsi look my new Chanel cloth, just twist mouth small.

She wear shades, but I see envy for her eye. She try hide am with smile, but the way she dey sip latte too quick betray her.

"Ifeoma, just talk your price. I know say your family dey struggle. How much you want make you continue to write?"

She drop voice, dey act like helper. She think say na money go move me. Na so dem dey act for this Lagos—power pass power.

"Now, na Amarachi be our site golden brand. She don give us big profit, company go always protect her."

She adjust bag, cross leg, dey tap table. Her meaning clear: company na for profit, no be for justice. The real world no dey reward originality, na who get shine go carry am. But for my mind, I know say e get as e be, karma go surely visit.

I sip my latte, smile for her, but my mind dey plan—this time, na my own story go trend.