Chapter 9 - The New DirectorThree months later.
The rain had stopped, leaving the Enugu air crisp, clear, and vibrant with the promise of a new season.
At the newly renovated executive offices of Nwosu & Associates—now officially renamed Amara & Associates Legal Consultancy—the golden brass plaque on the front door gleamed brilliantly in the midday sun.
I sat behind a massive mahogany executive desk on the top floor, wearing a sharp, tailored cream blazer, reviewing our quarterly financial ledgers.
The transition had been swift. Once the court enforced the asset split, Chuka’s elite corporate clients—including Chief Nwankwo’s conglomerate—severed ties with him overnight. Facing mounting debts, unpaid bar dues, and an impending Nigerian Bar Association disciplinary hearing for professional misconduct, Chuka had been forced out of his own firm.
My phone rang on the desk.
I swiped to answer.
“Managing Director,” Attorney Obi, my new senior partner, greeted warmly. “The federal commercial litigation contract has just been signed. We are officially representing the regional agricultural cooperative.”
“Excellent, Obi,” I smiled, leaning back in my leather chair. “Ensure our micro-grant division for market women is prioritized in the new budget.”
“Will do, Director.”
I hung up the phone and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling glass window, looking out over the bustling streets of Enugu below.
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Down on the street corner, near the market entrance where I used to sell fish twelve years ago, a young woman was struggling to balance a basket of produce while studying a textbook between customers.
I watched her for a long, quiet moment, feeling a deep, unshakeable peace settle into my soul.
