Chief Fesus was a man of honor. He was not just rich. He was respected across the city and even abroad. He was the CEO and founder of Festech Innovations, one of the biggest tech companies in Nigeria. A self-made billionaire, a man who started from scratch, building his empire with sweat, wisdom, and sacrifice. But above all the money and power, there was one thing Chief Fesus treasured more than anything. His only son, Kelvin. Kelvin was his pride, his joy, his reason for living.

Ever since his wife died when Kelvin was just seven, Chief Fesus had raised him with love, discipline, and strong values. He gave Kelvin the best education money could buy, sent him to the best schools in the UK, trained him to be a leader, a man of honor like himself. But now, Kelvin had been abroad for over 8 years, and Chief Fesus was getting old. One hot afternoon, as Chief Fesus sat on the balcony of his mansion sipping his favorite herbal tea, he stared into the distance.

His heart was heavy. He picked up his phone and scrolled through his gallery. A smile crept on his lips as he saw old pictures of Kelvin, graduation day, birthdays, family trips. The smile faded quickly, replaced by a sigh. He dialed the number. Ring, ring, Kelvin picked. Hello, Dad. Came the cheerful voice from London. Chief Fesus smiled. My son, how are you? I’m good, sir. I’ve been meaning to call you. How’s the company? Chief Fesus didn’t answer that question.

Instead, his voice turned serious. Kelvin, you’ve been in London for years. You have three degrees already. You’ve interned in some of the biggest tech companies. What else are you looking for? Dad, I’m just Chief Fesus cut in gently. I’m not getting any younger. My bones remind me every morning. This company, our legacy, it’s waiting for you. The board members are waiting. The workers are asking when their next leader is coming home. There was silence on the phone.

Then Kelvin replied softly. Very soon, Dad. I promise. Chief Fesus nodded slowly, even though his heart was not fully at peace. I’m trusting you, Kelvin. I didn’t build Festtech just to sell it to strangers. It’s yours. I know, Dad. And I’ll never let you down. Good, Chief Fesus said with a calm nod. The next morning, Chief Fesus wore one of his best native attires, clean white with golden designs, and stepped into his big black SUV. His driver opened the door and off they went straight to FestTech Innovations head office in Victoria Island, Lagos.

As soon as he entered the building, everyone stood up to greet him. Good morning, Chief. Welcome, so he nodded with a smile and walked straight into his office on the top floor. Inside the office, the air was cool, the windows large, showing the whole city below. He sat in his soft leather chair and picked up his office phone. Tell Cynthia to come to my office, he said calmly to his secretary. Few minutes later, Cynthia walked in. She was the company manager.

Smart, loyal, beautiful. She had worked with Chief Fesus for over 6 years and always gave her best. Everyone respected her. Good morning, sir, she said with a warm smile. Chief Fesus smiled, too. Sit down, Cynthia. She sat looking curious. Chief Fesus leaned forward. You’ve been very faithful in this company. You work hard. You think smart. I watch you everyday. Thank you, sir, she said, blushing. He continued. That’s why I called you. My son Kelvin is coming back soon.

Her eyes lit up. Wow, that’s good news. So, Chief Fesa smiled. Yes, and I want him to marry you. Cynthia froze. Marry me? she asked surprised. “Yes,” Chief Fesus said firmly. “I want both of you to team up, husband and wife running Feste together. You’re already part of this company. Why not become part of the family, too?” Cynthia slowly smiled. Her heart was racing with joy. “Thank you, sir,” she said, holding her chest. “It will be a big honor to marry your son.

I’m grateful, sir.” “Good. You may go,” he said with a proud smile. She stood, bowed slightly, and walked out of the office with happiness written all over her face. Few minutes later, Chief Fesus pressed the intercom again. “Tell Miss Anita to come,” he said. Anita, the company’s young and creative content marketer, walked in soon after. She was dressed smartly in a yellow blouse and black skirt, her hair neatly packed. “Good morning, chief,” she greeted. Good morning, Anita.

Sit down. She sat looking nervous. Chief Fesus looked at her with fatherly eyes. I want to thank you. You’re doing well in this company. Your ideas, your content, your energy, they are fresh and powerful. Anita smiled. Thank you so much. So he nodded. My son Kelvin will be coming back very soon. Anita nodded. That’s great. So, Chief Fesus paused, “And I want him to know you, to work closely with you, or maybe even marry you.” Anita’s mouth opened wide in surprise.

She didn’t know what to say. “Marry me, sir,” she asked softly. “Yes,” Chief Fesus said calmly. “You have a bright future, and I believe you and Kelvin may connect well. You’re both smart, young, and focused. ” Anita looked down shily, smiling. Thank you so much. So, it’s an honor. I don’t even know what to say. You don’t have to say anything now. Just prepare your heart. My son is coming. Anita stood up, still smiling. Thank you, sir.

I really appreciate. As she walked out of the office, her heart was dancing with excitement. It was a bright Saturday morning. The airport was very busy. People were rushing up and down, carrying bags, looking for taxes, and hugging their loved ones. But one man stood calmly beside a shiny black FestTech SUV. He was well-dressed and held a placard that said, “Welcome, Mr. Kelvin.” His name was Mr. Amos. He was Chief Fesus personal driver. He had been waiting for almost 30 minutes when a tall, handsome young man came out of the arrival gate pulling a small suitcase.

His skin was glowing. His smile was gentle. His shoulders were broad and the way he walked like a confident king. It was Kelvin. After eight years abroad, he was finally back in Nigeria. Mr. Amos quickly walked up to him with a big smile on his face. Mr. Kelvin, welcome back, sir. I’m Amos, your father’s driver. Kelvin smiled warmly and shook his hand. Thank you, Mr. Amos. It feels so good to be home. They both entered the car and drove straight to the mansion.

At the mansion, as soon as the car entered the big black gate, Chief Fesus was already outside standing in his clean white coffin. Kelvin came down from the car. When his father saw him, his eyes widened with joy. He walked slowly towards his son and gave him a big tight hug. Ah, Kelvin, my son, just look at you. You even more handsome than your pictures. Oh, Kelvin laughed. Good to see you, Dad. Chief Fesus held his shoulders and looked at him proudly.

I’m very proud of you, he said. Welcome back home. They walked into the mansion together. Kelvin looked around the sitting room. It was still beautiful, shining, and neat, just like he remembered. A maid walked in, smiling. Sir, your food is ready in the dining room. At the dining table, Kelvin ate like someone who had missed home food. Hot Jolof rice, spicy chicken, and fresh juice. He didn’t leave a single grain of rice. After eating, they returned to the sitting room.

Chief Fesus suddenly looked serious. My son, he said, I want to talk to you about something important. Kelvin sat up. I’m listening. Chief Fesus began. You know how I suffered to build Fest from nothing. Now I want someone who understands that journey to be by your side. So I already spoke to two women in our company, Cynthia the manager and Anita the content marketer. They are smart, loyal and hardworking. I told them I want you to marry one of them.

Kelvin’s smile disappeared. He looked shocked. Wait, what? Chief Fesus nodded calmly. Yes, my son. I already told them. I want someone who knows the company well to marry you. That way you both can build Fest together. Kelvin stood up confused and angry. Dad, why would you do that without asking me first? You just told two women that I’ll marry one of them. What if I don’t like any of them? Or what if they are only after money?

Chief Estes looked down quietly. I thought I was doing the right thing. Kelvin shook his head. No, Dad. Marriage is for life. I can’t just marry someone because she’s good at her job. What about love? What about character? What about how she treats people when nobody is watching? The room went silent. Then Kelvin took a deep breath and sat down again. Since they don’t know I’m back, he said slowly. Don’t tell them. Chief Fesus looked confused. What do you mean?

I want to work in the company as a gateman. Kelvin said. My name will be Alex. Nobody should know who I really am. I want to watch those women, how they act, how they treat others. If they are as good as you say, then maybe I’ll consider one of them. Chief Fester sat up, surprised. You’re serious? Yes. Don’t treat me like your son. Let me be Alex, the new gateman. That’s the only way I’ll know who really deserves my heart.

Chief Fesus rubbed his chin and nodded slowly. You’re right, my son. Marriage is not a joke. If this is what you want, I support you. Kelvin smiled. Thank you, Dad. But remember, you caused all this. Chief Fesus laughed and gently patted his shoulder. All right. From now on, you are Alex, the new gateman at FestTech. They both smiled. But deep inside, Chief Fesus prayed quietly. God, please let the right girl win my son’s heart. 2 hours later, Chief Fesus came to see his son again.

Son, hope you know we already have a gateman in the company. Kelvin nodded and smiled. Yes, Dad. I know. Just give him another temporary job. Maybe let him work in the warehouse or with the drivers. When I’m done with my mission, he can return to his position. Chief Fesus laughed lightly. All right, son. I’ll handle that. Kelvin sipped his wine and looked at his father. Dad, please don’t forget what I told you, he said. Seriously. From tomorrow, I’m not your son in that company.

I’m just a new gateman. You must treat me like every other worker. Don’t call me Kelvin. My name is Alex. Even by mistake, don’t forget. I understand. Chief Fesus said with a smile. I won’t forget. Kelvin leaned back. Good. Then Chief Fesus asked softly, “But how long do you plan to act as a gateman?” Kelvin looked up at the ceiling. “Until I find someone kind, respectful, and good-hearted. Someone who truly loves me, not because of money or power.” Chief Fesus nodded slowly.

“All right, my son. I just pray you find what you’re looking for.” and dad. Kelvin added, “If Cynthia or Anito ask why I haven’t returned to Nigeria yet, just tell them my trip was postponed. Tell them I’ll be back very soon.” “I’ll handle it,” Chief Fesus said. The next morning, the sun was just beginning to rise when Chief Fesus walked into his son’s room, dressed neatly in his neighbor native wear. He saw Kelvin sitting on the bed, tying his shoelaces.

“My son,” he said, smiling. I’ve spoken to the old gateman. He’s been moved to the warehouse already. He’ll be working there for now. Kelvin nodded. Thank you, Dad. Just then, Amos, the driver, knocked on the door and entered with a small black bag. Sir, I’m ready, he said. Chief Fesus turned to him. Go to the car. Bring that uniform for the new gateman. Yes, sir. Amos said and walked out quickly. A few moments later, he returned and handed over the bag to Kelvin.

Kelvin opened it, brought out the ironed dark green Gateman uniform, and held it up with a small smile. Amos looked a bit confused, but didn’t say a word until Kelvin spoke. Amos, Kelvin said quietly. Not a single soul must know I’m back in Nigeria. Not even your wife. Promise me. Amos raised his hand like someone taking an oath. I swear, sir Kelvin. I won’t say a word. Good, Kelvin replied. From today, I’m not your sir. I’m just the new gate man.

Amos chuckled. Yes, sir. Sorry. Yes, Alex. Chief Fester smiled and shook his head. This boy. He walked out with Amos and they both entered the black SUV headed to Fest Innovations. 30 minutes later, dressed in the full green uniform with a small black cap and plain black shoes, Kelvin, now Alex, stood beside the main gate of the company. He had arrived in a yellow cab, just like an ordinary man. No one even looked at him twice. The security post had a small plastic chair, a bottle of water, and a notebook for writing down visitors names.

Kelvin stood straight, hands behind his back, acting like a true professional. Soon cars started arriving. Some workers came down from bikes. Others tked. A few came in with their private cars. As each car came, Alex the gateman would walk forward, open the gate, and greet them politely. Good morning. So, welcome, Ma. Please enter slowly. Most of them didn’t even look at him. Some nodded. Others just drove in like he was invisible. But he didn’t mind. He was watching, studying, listening.

Just as he turned to go back to his seat, a small gray Toyota Corella pulled up in front of the gate. Inside was a bald man in his late 50s, frowning seriously like the world owed him money. Kelvin quickly came forward and opened the gate. “Good morning, sir.” The man looked at him with a sharp eye. “You’re the new gate boy?” he asked. “Yes, sir,” Kelvin replied with a smile. “My name is Alex.” The man scoffed. Make sure you do your job well.

We don’t want lazy people here. Don’t sleep on duty and always open the gate fast. Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. As he drove in, Kelvin wrote down the car details quietly and returned to his seat. More workers started arriving one by one, some polite, some rude, but none of them knew. The gate man they just passed was actually the future boss of the company. Meanwhile, in the top floor office, Chief Fes sat in his large leather chair looking at his staff files when Cynthia walked in.

“Good morning, sir.” Morning, Cynthia. “How’s work going today?” “Fine, sir,” she said. “We have a team meeting by 10:00 a.m., but sir, I wanted to ask.” “Yes. Any word from your son? When is he coming back?” Chief Fesus smiled calmly. Oh, something came up. He postponed his return, but he’ll be back very soon. Cynthia looked a bit disappointed. All right, sir. As she walked out, Anita walked in with a brown folder. Sir, the new social media report is ready.

But she paused and whispered, “Sorry, sir. Any update from your son?” Chief Fesus gave the same soft smile. Soon, very soon. As both women left the office and walked past each other in the hallway, neither of them noticed the new gate man below, watching quietly with sharp observing eyes. At FestTech Innovations, the office was bubbling with activity. Phones were ringing, printers were buzzing, and workers moved up and down with files, laptops, and coffee cups. At the front desk sat Sonia, the receptionist.

She was a slim, pretty young girl in her early 20s. Her uniform was neat, but you could tell it had been washed many times. Her shoes were old but clean. Her hair was packed simply. She always wore a gentle smile, even when her heart was heavy. Sonia didn’t go to university. After her parents died in an accident, she had to take care of her younger brother. While her mates went off to school, Sonia went from street to street looking for a job.

And that was how she met Cynthia, her secondary school friend, who was now the company’s manager. Cynthia had helped her get the receptionist job. But there was a price. Before helping Sonia secure the position, Cynthia made a deal with her. I will help you, but you must give me 30% of your salary every month. And whenever I need you to run errands, you must not complain. Sonia, desperate and broken at the time, had agreed. It was painful, but at least it meant she could feed her younger brother and save small money to one day return to school.

That morning, Cynthia stepped out of her office in high heels, her designer handbag hanging on her arm. She walked straight to the front desk. “Sonia,” she said sharply. “Yes, Ma.” Sonia stood up quickly. “Go and get my lunch from the ery.” “The usual.” “Okay, Ma.” As Sonia picked up her small brown bag, Anita, the content marketer, walked past and added her own. Sonia, please help me by jolaf rice, fried plantin, and meat. Add malt. Okay, ma. A third worker also shouted from the side, “Sonia, add egg roll for me.” Sonia smiled quietly and nodded, even though her heart was tired.

She wrote down the list and stepped out of the office. Outside at the gate, Kelvin, now dressed in his green gateman uniform as Alex, was standing beside the gate, writing in the log book. He saw Sonia walking out, holding a paper in her hand and looking slightly stressed. He quickly opened the gate. “Good morning,” he said politely. “Good morning,” Sonia replied with a small smile. As she walked past him, she suddenly dropped her pen on the ground.

She bent down to pick it, but Alex was faster. He picked it up and handed it to her. “Here you go,” he said. Sonia smiled, surprised by his kindness. “Thank you. ” Kelvin looked at her for a moment. She looked gentle, humble, respectful. She didn’t shout at me. She didn’t look down on me like the others, he thought to himself. Sonia walked away quickly to get the food. Kelvin watched her quietly. Back inside, Cynthia stood by her glass office window, sipping juice and looking down.

She saw Sonia walking toward the ery across the road. She shook her head and laughed to herself. This girl thinks I helped her for free. I will enjoy her salary as long as she works here. She’s lucky I’m even helping her at all. 20 minutes later, Sonia returned sweating slightly. She walked into Cynthia’s office and dropped the food. Ma, here is your lunch,” she said gently. Cynthia took the nylon without even saying thank you. “Put the rest in the lunchroom,” she ordered.

Sonia nodded and walked away. From his gate post, Kelvin saw it all. He watched how Sonia served, bowed, and got no smile in return. “Hm,” he whispered. “This one, she has a story. I must know more.” Early morning at Festtech Innovations, it was a new day. The sky was clear and the city roads were already busy inside the big glass gates of Festtech Innovations. Company workers were slowly arriving. Some trekking, some riding bikes, others driving their private cars.

Kelvin, now acting as Alex the gateman, had been standing at the post since 6:30 a.m. He was doing fine, smiling and opening the gate for everyone as usual. But just past 7:15 a.m., something happened. He suddenly felt a strong urge to urinate. He looked around. No car was approaching yet. The gate was quiet. He rushed quickly to the small restroom beside the god room. It was just 2 minutes. Suddenly, a loud car horn blasted at the gate.

Poon pun pun. Behind the wheel of a dark red company car sat Cynthia, the company manager. Her sunglasses were on, lips painted deep red, nails sharp and long. She was fuming with anger. More cars lined up behind her, but none of the drivers said a word. They waited patiently while Cynthia pressed a horn like she was about to explode. “Where’s that stupid gateman?” she hissed. Then Alex came running out from the restroom, adjusting his belt and wiping his hands.

“Sorry, Ma. Sorry, ma!” he shouted, running to the gate. But it was too late. Cynthia opened her car door, jumped out, and stormed toward him like a thunderstorm. Before Alex could explain again, “Slop!” She slapped him across the face. A loud gasp came from the security man standing by the wall. Even the drivers in the cars behind were shocked. “How dare you keep me at the gate, you fool!” Cynthia shouted, her eyes full of rage. Didn’t you hear my car horn?

Are you deaf? Alex held his cheek. I’m sorry, Ma. I went to the restroom. I really didn’t mean to delay you. Sorry for yourself, she snapped. I don’t even know who hired a weakling like you. The former gateman was 10 times better than you. Alex stood quietly, the pain burning through his face, but his heart felt even heavier. People were watching, but no one said a word. She moved closer, pointing her finger at his chest. If you ever delay me at this gate again, you won’t like what I’ll do to you.

She hissed loudly, turned on her heels, and marched back to her car. The sound of her heels clacking on the pavement echoed in the air. She entered her car, drove in fast, and parked without looking back. Alex stood by the gate, rubbing his cheek, not because it hurt, but because he was disappointed. So, this is how she treats people she thinks are beneath her,” he thought quietly. “And this is someone my father wants me to marry. ” Kelvin walked into the large living room, no longer in his gateman uniform.

He had taken a shower and changed into a plain black t-shirt and joggers. He looked tired, but what covered his face more than tiredness was disappointment. Chief Fesus was sitting on one of the long couches, sipping tea and reading from his tablet when Kelvin slowly walked in and sat beside him. His father looked up. “My son, welcome. How was work today?” Kelvin chuckled lightly and shook his head. “Dad,” he began. Chief Fesus looked at him with concern.

“What is it?” Kelvin sighed deeply. “One of your wife candidates, the women you picked for me to marry, slapped me today at the gate.” Chief Fesus froze. He slowly dropped the tablet on the center table. What? Kelvin looked his father in the eye. She slapped me right there at the company gate just because I was 2 minutes late to open the gate. Chief Fesus sat up straight now clearly alarmed. Wait, wait. Who? Which of them? Cynthia or Anita?

Kelvin’s voice was calm but firm. Cynthia. The name hit Chief Fesus like thunder. He leaned back slowly and shook his head. Cynthia. Kelvin nodded. Yes, the one you spoke so highly of. She slapped me at the gate today right in front of everyone. All because I didn’t open the gate fast enough. Chief Fes gently placed his cup on the table, too stunned to speak. Kelvin continued, “I had gone to the restroom. I wasn’t even gone for long.

There were other cars behind her, but she was the only one who jumped out, started shouting, and gave me a dirty slap. Chief Fesus frowned. That’s terrible. I didn’t know she had such a character. Kelvin nodded. That’s not even the worst part. She called me a weakling. Said she didn’t know why they hired someone like me. Then she warned me that if I ever delayed her again, I wouldn’t like what she will do. Chief Fesus leaned back in silence, his face full of regret.

“I’m sorry, son,” he said in a low voice. “I truly had no idea she could behave like that.” Kelvin gave a faint, tired smile. “It’s okay, Dad. I knew this journey wouldn’t be easy.” Chief Fesus took a deep breath. You’ve taught me something today. People can pretend to be kind. They smile in front of the boss, act like the perfect workers, but deep inside their hearts are full of pride, wickedness, and no respect. Kelvin nodded slowly. “Exactly, Dad.

That’s why I said I must go through this myself. A good CV, a nice dress, and years of loyalty to a company don’t automatically mean someone has a good heart.” He looked at his father and added, “Marriage isn’t about qualifications. It’s about character, about how someone treats people when no one is watching. Chief Fesus nodded in agreement. Then he said, “Son, stop this acting. You’ve seen enough. Come back to your real self. Let’s end this now and announce who you really are.

” Kelvin stood up slowly. “No, Dad. I can’t stop now. Not yet.” Chief Fesus looked up at him. “Why not?” Kelvin’s eyes burned with quiet determination. Because I need to find someone who respects people, rich or poor. Someone who sees value in human beings, not their status or title. From tomorrow, I’ll start asking the ladies in that company out. What? Chief Fesus asked surprised. Kelvin nodded. Yes, as a gateman, I want to see who truly has a kind heart.

If any of them agree to be with me, even when they think I’m just a lowly gateman, that’s the woman I want to marry. For the first time since the conversation began, Chief Fester smiled. He stood up and placed a firm hand on Kelvin’s shoulder. I’m proud of you, my son. Go ahead. Finish what you started. They hugged tight and warm like two men who understood the power of truth, patience, and character. Fest Innovations. Afternoon break time.

The sun was shining hot. The building was quiet as most staff had gone for their lunch break. Alex stood quietly by the gate, watching everyone come and go, just like every other day. But today, his mind was made up. He had been observing Anita, the content marketer, for days. Her confidence, her beauty, her sharp dressing, and her commanding presence caught his eye. He wanted to test her, too. Not just her looks, but her heart. As she walked out of the company building in her high heels, holding her designer bag, Alex took a deep breath, and walked quickly after her.

“Hello, beautiful Anita. Wait.” She paused, turned around slowly, and raised her eyebrows. Alex took a deep breath. “Please, can I have a minute of your time?” he asked politely. Anita folded her arms, clearly amused. “Okay, go ahead. What is it?” Alex looked her in the eyes. I’ve been seeing you around for some time. And I just want to say I like you. I admire you. You’re beautiful. You carry yourself with so much confidence and grace. And I would love to know more about you.

I need to burst into laughter. “Wait, wait, wait,” she said, waving her hand. “Did you just say you like me?” Alex nodded confidently. “Yes, Ma, I do.” She laughed even louder. Wow. All my life, I’ve never seen a gateman with so much audacity and boldness. You actually made me laugh. Alex smiled. Thank you. But I meant everything I said. Anita’s face changed. Her smile turned into a smack. With all this boldness, why didn’t you go to school?

Why did you end up as a company gateman? To stop classy women like me? Alex stood quietly, still calm. I need to move closer and looked him up and down. So when did you start this your gateman job? Alex replied gently last month. She shook her head. And already your eyes are up and down chasing women. Not even your level O, but women far above you. She scoffed. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today. That’s the only reason I’m still standing here listening to this your nonsense.

Alex remained calm trying to speak with respect. Please don’t misunderstand me. I didn’t come to insult you. I admire you. I just hoped we could talk more. That’s all. Anita laughed wickedly. Talk more. Talk more about what? Do you know who I am? She leaned in proudly and whispered. Let me shock you. I’m engaged to marry the UK son of the owner of this company. Alex blinked. Really? Yes, she said proudly, folding her arms. engaged. So, you see, I’m not your type.

I belong to a class you can never reach. Alex swallowed hard. I’m sorry to ask, but did his UK son promise to marry you? Anita frowned. What kind of silly question is that? I’m just asking because I admire you, not to take anyone’s place. I just wanted to get to know you better. She raised her voice. So, I should leave Mr. fester son and come and marry you, a gateman. Are you mad? You must be completely out of your senses.” Alex’s eyes dropped.

“I’m sorry,” Anita hissed. “Don’t you ever stop me again for this rubbish. Be warned.” She turned sharply, her heels clacking hard on the floor as she walked away, swinging her hips with pride. Alex stood there silently, watching her back disappear through the glass doors. He took a deep breath. So this is how she sees the world, he thought to himself. Because she thinks I’m just a poor gateman. He slowly walked back to his post. But deep in his heart, something had changed.

Meanwhile, inside the company, Anita met Cynthia in the hallway. You won’t believe what just happened, she said with laughter in her voice. That new gateman tried to toast me. Cynthia opened her mouth. Are you serious? Anita giggled. Yes. Oh, the boy is mad. He said he likes me. Imagine. Both of them boast into loud laughter, but none of them knew that the gateman they were mocking was the very UK son they claimed to be engaged to. Later that evening, the sun was slowly going down.

The compound of Festtech Innovations was growing quiet. Most of the workers had gone home. The building cleaners had started sweeping the hallways and picking do outside. Alex stood by the gate, arms folded, deep in thought. Then he saw a slim darkkinned gull wearing a green cleaner uniform walking quickly toward the small kiosk outside the company gate. She held a nylon bag with a few naira notes squeezed inside. Alex stepped forward. “Hi,” he called gently. “Excuse me?” She turned and looked at him.

“Yes,” she asked, blinking as the wind blew strands of hair into her eyes. What’s your name? Alex asked with a warm smile. I’m Olivia, she said politely. I work here. I’m one of the cleaners. Alex smiled. Nice to meet you. I’m Alex, the gate man. She nodded with a small smile. Okay. He looked at her carefully. Her eyes were tired but humble. Her hands were rough, but her voice was calm. You look really pretty, Alex said honestly.

and I can see you do your job very well. Olivia looked surprised. Oh, thank you. How long have you been working here? He asked. Two years now, she replied. Since I finished secondary school, Alex nodded. I asked, he said, “Because I like your simplicity. You’re not loud, not proud, just quiet and focused.” Olivia smiled faintly. “Thank you. I just do my job and mind my business.” There was a short silence. Then Alex spoke softly. I’d really love to be friends with you.

Close friends. Maybe walk together, grow together. But Olivia raised a hand. I’m sorry, she said. There’s a limit. Alex blinked. What do you mean? She took a deep breath. I can’t date you. Alex’s eyes softened. Why? What did I do wrong? Olivia looked him in the eye gently but firmly. You didn’t do anything wrong, but I can’t date or marry a gate man. I’m already a poor cleaner. Dating you will only make my situation worse. Alex’s smile disappeared.

I’m trying hard to move forward in life, Olivia continued. But if I date you, I’ll just be going backward. Alex felt a sting in his chest, but he remained calm. Olivia, he said quietly, not every poor man is a bad choice. Some poor men will stand by you, support you, and love you with all their heart. Some rich men will marry you and treat you like a broom. She looked down but said nothing. “What matters is a good heart,” Alex said again.

“A heart that loves you, respects you, and sees your value.” “But Olivia shook her head.” “I’m sorry, Alex. I know what I want. I can’t marry a gate man. It’s not pride. It’s my decision. ” She turned and walked away slowly toward the kiosk. Alex stood there, eyes fixed on her back as she walked off. He felt the words in his heart. Another one judged by appearance, by status. The reception area was quiet. The cold air from the AC hummed gently in the background.

Sonia sat at a desk, her head slightly bent, her eyes red and weak. Her hands trembled as she tried to arrange files on the counter. Her body was hot. Her legs felt like sticks of drywood. She was sick, but she still came to work because she had no choice. She needed this job. Just then, the sound of high heels echoed through the hallway. Cynthia walked in, shoulders high, perfume loud, attitude sharp. “Sonia,” she said flatly, “goo and buy my lunch from that place I told you about yesterday.

Chicken, fried rice, and a cold drink, and make it fast.” Sonia raised her tired eyes and spoke softly. “Ma, please. I’m not feeling strong today. My body is shaking. I don’t have the strength to go out in this sun. ” Cynthia turned slowly and stared at her with cold eyes. “Are you saying no to me?” “No, Ma,” Sonia said quickly. “I just I just wanted to explain.” Cynthia slammed her bag on the counter. “It’s like you’re tired of this job.

Do you know I can remove you from this place and bring someone else? Don’t forget you didn’t go to school. Sonia stood up quickly, holding the edge of the desk for balance. No, Ma, please. This job means everything to me. My younger brother and I are surviving with this job. Please, Ma. I’ll buy the food. Cynthia smiked, picked up her phone, and walked away. Just then, Anita walked in, holding a small handbag and laughing like she just heard a sweet joke.

She saw Sonia standing weakly and hissed. Look at her, still dragging her feet like an old truck. She dipped her hand into her bag and brought out some money. Hey, go buy my lunch, too. Make sure the jolaf is hot, and don’t forget my Fanta. Sonia collected the money and walked slowly toward the exit. Her head felt heavy and her legs barely moved. Meanwhile, in one of the back offices, two junior workers, Grace and Rita, were whispering as they arranged files.

Grace leaned closer. Cynthia really tried for that Sonia girl. At least she gave her a job. Rita turned sharply. Tried? What try? How can you say that? Grace blinked. Isn’t it true? Rita shook her head. Let me tell you something. Cynthia is not helping her. She’s using her. You call it help when she’s collecting 30% of the girl’s small salary. Grace was quiet now. She’s just being wicked, Rita continued. Sonia is suffering and Cynthia is using her pain for control.

They both went silent. Outside the company, Sonia crossed the small front compound, dragging her feet toward the gate. Alex stood there, hands behind his back. The moment he saw her struggling, he stepped forward. You look tired. Are you okay? Sonia paused, held her chest, and shook her head weakly. No, I’m not okay, she said softly. Alex quickly pulled out a plastic chair and brought her to sit beside the gate. He opened his water flask and handed her a cold bottle.

Drink. She drank slowly and tears began to pull in her eyes. Alex knelt beside her. Can I ask you a question? She nodded weakly. You always pass this gate almost every hour. Do you work in more than one role here? Sonia looked at him with tired eyes. I’m the receptionist, but I also run errands for Cynthia and her friends. Alex frowned. Why? Why would a receptionist be running errands? She sighed. I lost my parents in an accident.

I didn’t go to university. I searched for jobs everywhere in Lagos. One day, I met Cynthia. I begged her to help me find work. She said I could be the receptionist, but under one condition. Alex leaned in. What condition? She would collect 30% of my salary every month. And I must run errands for her and her friends anytime they ask. Alex’s hands clenched. But why did you agree to that? He asked. She looked at him with pain in her eyes.

I had no choice. I needed something, anything, to survive. My younger brother is only 10. He depends on me for everything. She paused, then said slowly. That’s why you always see me passing this gate in the rain, in the sun, even now when I’m sick. Alex swallowed the lump in his throat. That’s not fair, he said quietly. Cynthia is a manager. She earns more than enough. Taking 30% from your small pay. That’s not help. That’s slavery. Sonia nodded slowly, wiping her nose with her sleeve.

I’ve made up my mind. I’ll keep saving. I’ll make sure my brother goes to school. I’ll never let him suffer the way I did. Alex looked at her for a long moment. Then he asked gently, “Have you taken any medicine today?” She shook her head. “No. ” Without a word, Alex brought out a small folded note from his back pocket and gave it to her. Take this. Buy medicine first before anything else. Sonia stared at the money like it was gold.

Alex, I I don’t know what to say. Just take care of yourself, he said with a small smile. What if you collapsed on the road while buying food for people who don’t even care? She nodded slowly. Thank you, Alex. God bless you. Let me manage and buy their food first, then I’ll go straight to the pharmacy. Alex watched her walk away with tears in her eyes, but this time they were tears of gratitude. That evening, in a poor neighborhood, Sonia slowly pushed open the wooden door of her small one- room apartment.

The bulb inside flickered weekly. The walls were cracked, and there was a small mattress on the floor with a fan that barely turned. On the bed sat her 10-year-old brother, Jason, trying to finish his homework with a small lantern beside him. The moment he saw her, he smiled. “Sister Sonia, welcome. ” Sonia fosted a smile as she stepped in. “Jason, have you eaten?” she asked. “Yes, I warmed the leftover ice,” he replied. She sat down on the edge of the bed and slowly brought out a small white sache from her nylon bag.

“It was the medicine, the same drug she was able to buy because of Alex.” She took the tablets with a glass of water, leaned back against the wall, and closed her eyes. Then slowly, tears began to roll down. But this time, they weren’t just tears of pain. They were tears of gratitude. She whispered softly to herself. A friend helped me find a job, but takes 30% of my salary every month. My own relatives act like I don’t exist.

But this gateman, this man I barely know, gave me money to buy drugs and told me to rest. She looked over at her brother, who was humming quietly while reading. God, if there are still people like Alex in this world, maybe I’ll be okay. She laid down quietly, held her brother’s tiny hand, and closed her eyes. Meanwhile, back at the mansion, Alex Kelvin sat at the edge of his bed in his room, still wearing a plain t-shirt and joggers.

He looked out through the window into the quiet night. His heart was full. He whispered to himself. “She’s suffering, but still trying to survive. She didn’t go to school, yet she stands strong. She has nothing, yet she shares the little she has. She’s sad, but still thinks of others.” He smiled to himself and nodded slowly. “I think I like her. ” Just then, Chief Fesus walked in holding a cup of tea. Son still awake. Kelvin smiled. Yeah, Dad.

Just thinking. His father sat beside him. Thinking about what? Kelvin chuckled about this wife hunt you threw me into. Chief Fesus laughed softly. You’re not wrong. Kelvin looked at him seriously. Dad, I still can’t believe you actually wanted me to marry Cynthia. Chief Fester side. I know I was wrong. Thank God I did this test, Kelvin said calmly. Now I’ve seen most of them for who they really are. Chief Fesus looked curious. Like who? Cynthia, Kelvin said.

Full of pride and wickedness. Imagine helping someone you think you’re better than and still collecting 30% of her salary just because you helped her get a job. Chief Fesus dropped his head in shame. What about Anita? He asked softly. Kelvin scoffed. Anita, that one laughed in my face. When I told her I liked her, she mocked me. She asked why a gateman like me had the boldness to speak to someone like her. She said I’m not on her level and even bragged that she’s engaged to your UK son.

Chief Fesus raised his eyebrows. She told you that. Kelvin laughed quietly. Yes, Dad. Right to my face. The most interesting part is I was standing beside her in my gateman uniform and she had no idea I’m that UK son. His father leaned back speechless. Chief Fesus chuckled but his laughter slowly faded into sadness. So all the women you approached rejected you. Kelvin nodded. Even some cleaners, Dad. They all see this uniform and look down on me. They don’t see my heart.

Nobody cares about love anymore. They just want money, status, cars, and connections. Nobody wants to love and grow with you. Chief Fesus looked out into the night ceiling. My son, he said quietly. I am truly sorry. Now I see that character is more important than certificates or CV. Kelvin smiled faintly. It’s okay, Dad. So, what will you do now? His father asked. Kelvin smiled softly. There’s this girl. She’s not loud, not proud. She’s been through pain, yet she still smiles.

I see her almost every day. She passes the gate running errands for people who treat her like nothing. But even in her sickness today, she’s still worried about her younger brother. He paused, then said clearly, “Her name is Sonia. I think I’m going to ask her out.” Chief Fesa smiled warmly. and you’ll do it still wearing that uniform. Kelvin laughed. Yes, Dad. Let me see if she sees Alex, the humble gateman, before she ever sees Kelvin, the billionaire’s son.

The next morning, at the gate, it was a cool morning at Festech Innovations. The air was fresh, and the noise of Lagos traffic hadn’t reached full madness yet. Alex Kelvin stood at the gate holding a small white nylon bag. Inside was hot pap and freshly fried a carara. He had bought it very early from a clean roadside woman down the street. He looked left and right waiting. Then he saw her Sonia walking gently toward the company in her neat but faded brown gown carrying her small bag.

She looked stronger than yesterday but still not 100%. “Good morning,” she greeted as she reached the gate. Alex smiled. “Wait, don’t go in yet.” She paused. Why? He opened the nylon and brought out the food. I got you breakfast, he said gently. Sonia’s eyes widened. For me. Yes, Alex replied. You said yesterday you didn’t eat. You were sick. So, I thought of surprising you this morning. Sonia slowly took the bag, touched beyond words. Alex, thank you again.

I don’t know what to say. Alex looked at her, his heart beating faster. Sonia, he said softly. I have something to ask you. She looked at him curiously. I know I don’t have much. I’m not wearing a suit and tie, but I truly like you. Your kindness, your strength, the way you care for your brother. I admire all of it. Sonia held her breath. “Would you be my girlfriend?” he asked. She was quiet for a moment. Then she nodded slowly, tears forming in her eyes.

This This is my first time ever dating someone, Alex. I’ve always been focused on survival, not love, but I like you, too. You make me feel seen, safe. I accept to be your girl.” Alex smiled wide. “Thank you, Sonia. You don’t know how much this means to me.” Just then, as they hugged quietly by the gate, a car drove into the compound. It was the dark red company car. Cynthia was behind the wheel. She glanced through the tinted window and saw something.

Sonia hugging the gate man. Her brows raised, but strangely she didn’t get angry. She just stared quietly. Meanwhile, upstairs in the marketing department. Anita was painting her nails while chatting with her fellow marketer, Linda. I’m still waiting for Mr. Fester’s son to return from the UK, she said confidently. He’s the only man I can settle with. Linda looked at her. Why are you so sure? Because his father told me himself. Anita replied with pride. He said he wants me to marry his only son and I believe him.

I’m not wasting my time with broke men. Linda giggled. You day serious shaw. Anita flipped her hair. Very soon I’ll be the boss daughter-in-law. You will see. At the CEO’s office, Cynthia knocked softly and entered Chief Fesa’s office. Good morning. So morning Cynthia, how may I help you? She smiled sweetly. Sir, I was just wondering, will your son still return to Nigeria this year? Chief Fesus gave a small smile and replied calmly, “Very soon.” Cynthia’s heart danced.

“All right, sir. Thank you.” As she stepped out, her mind was already calculating how to look more elegant in the coming weeks. Back at the reception, Sonia had just returned to her desk when Cynthia walked up slowly. She stood beside her with a small smile. “So, hugging the gate man during work hours,” she said, crossing her arms. Sonia stood up slowly, looking down. “Ma, I’m sorry, but he’s my boyfriend now.” Everyone near the reception turned immediately, gasps, whispers, then laughter.

The junior staff boast out into small giggles. Anita, who had just come down the stairs, heard it and stormed in. “What’s going on here?” she asked. Grace replied, “Sonia just said she’s dating the new gate man.” Anita’s eyes widened. “What?” She walked up to Sonia and folded her arms. “So that gate man finally succeeded. You’re dating him.” Sonia looked at her bold now. “Yes, he’s good to me. He cares about me. I like him. Anita hissed. Him.

Good luck. I hope his kindness will pay your rent because he can’t offer you anything else. Sonia didn’t flinch. He may not have money, but he has something all of you don’t. A kind heart. I need to rolled her eyes. Anyway, it’s none of my business. She walked out with a fake laugh. At the mansion that evening, Kelvin walked into his father’s private lounge with a wide smile on his face. His steps were light, his eyes glowing with joy.

Chief Fesus looked up from a glass of juice and grinned. “My son, you look like someone who just won a lottery.” Kelvin sat down, laughing lightly. “Dad,” Sonia said. Yes. She agreed to be my woman. Chief Fesus leaned back slowly, a proud smile spreading across his face. I’m happy for you, son. You did what most rich men can’t do. You dropped your name, your power, and your position just to find real love. That’s rare. Kelvin nodded. Thank you, Dad.

And now it’s time. Time for what? Chief Fesus asked. Kelvin’s eyes sharpened. Tell your two candidates, Cynthia and Anita, that your son is finally back in Nigeria. Let them prepare. I will return to the company next week as the real Kelvin. Chief Fesa smiled and raised his glass to truth and to surprises. The next morning, Fest Innovations. The company was buzzing with hot news. Did you hear? Boss son is already in the country. They said he’ll be coming to the company next week.

The staff room was full of whispers and wide eyes. When the news reached Anita and Cynthia, both of them lit up like Christmas trees. Joy was written all over their faces. In the marketing office, Anita sat with Linda, her closest work friend. “I’m so happy,” Anita said, fixing her earrings in the small mirror on her desk. “Finally, Mr. Festa’s son is back. My time has come.” Linda smiled. “I’m happy for you, too.” Anita’s smile faded. She leaned in and whispered.

My only problem is Cynthia. Why Cynthia? Linda asked. Anita lowered her voice. I overheard her talking to someone. The boss also told her to marry his son. What if he chooses her instead of me? Linda’s face tightened. Him. That one will be tough. She’s the manager. She has upper hand. Anita crossed her arms. Exactly. That’s my concern now. Linda touched her hand. Then be smart. When he arrives, grab his attention first. Dress well, talk to him confidently, and remind him how loyal you’ve been to the company.

Anita smiled slowly. I will. I didn’t wait all these months for nothing. They both laughed and walked off, unaware that while they were planning, someone else had already won his heart, and it wasn’t either of them. Later that day at the gate, Alex Kelvin stood at his post, lost in thought. Then he saw Sonia walking toward him, holding a nylon bag with a bottle of drink and bread. Her smile was bright, her face peaceful. She stood beside him and smiled.

“I brought you something.” “He smiled, too. You didn’t have to.” “I wanted to,” she replied. There was a pause. Then Sonia said quietly. Alex, do you know I don’t know anything about you? Kelvin looked at her softly. There’s not much to know, he said. My mom is late. I live with my dad. That’s all. Sonia’s eyes softened. I’m sorry to hear about your mom. I understand the pain. I lost both my parents. It’s not easy. He nodded.

I know. That’s why I respect your strength. They stood quietly, enjoying each other’s presence. Then Alex cleared his throat. Sonia, can I have your number? She nodded shily and gave it to him. He saved it on his phone. But why? She asked. Are you traveling? I may not come to work from now on, he said gently. There’s something important I need to attend to. Sonia looked at him, her face slowly falling. Have you written your letter to excuse yourself?

Not yet, Alex replied. Sonia suddenly stepped forward and hugged him tight. I’ll miss you, Alex, she whispered. I’ll miss you, too, he said, holding her. I’ll call you, she added softly. I’ll be waiting. They stood there quietly, holding each other like the world stopped moving. Morning at FestTech Innovations. The company compound was filled with buzz and movement. All workers, junior, senior, cleaners, marketers, receptionists were summoned to the ground floor conference. All whispers filled the air. Something big is happening today.

They said, “Chief Fesus is about to make an announcement.” The UK son is finally around. Everyone stood quietly as Chief Fesus, dressed in a clean gray native wear, walked confidently to the front of the room with a microphone in hand. The room fell silent. He looked around, his eyes calm and focused. “Good morning, everyone,” he began. “Thank you all for being here today. You’ve been a part of Festker’s success over the years. I appreciate every one of you.

” He paused and took a deep breath. As many of you already know, I have only one son. He has been in the UK for years studying and preparing. Today I want to tell you all I am officially handing over the leadership of this company to him. Gossps echoed in the room. He will continue from where I stop. From this moment on, he is your new CEO. Just outside, a sleek black SUV pulled into the compound. The door opened slowly and Kelvin Fesus stepped out.

No longer Alex the gate man. He wore a fitted black designer suit, shiny leather shoes, and a soft blue shirt. His face clean, his posture firm. All eyes turned to him. Shock spread like fire across the crowd. Gasps, whispers. Even the cleaners dropped their brooms. Anita’s jaw dropped. Cynthia froze. Olivia held her chest. Sonia covered her mouth in disbelief. Kelvin walked through the wide path between the staff, heading straight to the front with his head held high.

He took the microphone from his father, turned to face the entire company, and cleared his throat. Good morning, everyone. I know many of you have seen me before. Some of you met me, but never knew who I truly was. He smiled softly. My name is Kelvin Fesus, the son of Chief Fesus and your new CEO. The room exploded in silent shock. I returned to Nigeria some time ago, he continued. But I didn’t want to come as a prince with a crown.

I wanted to see this company through the eyes of the ordinary workers. So I became Alex the gate man. Gasps again, hands covered mouths, eyes widened. My father told me he had two women in this company that he believed were good enough for me to marry. Loyal, hardworking, smart. He looked straight at Cynthia and Anita. So I told him, “I won’t choose with my eyes. I’ll choose with my heart.” I disguised myself to see their true character.

He paused. His voice dropped. I was slapped at the gate by Cynthia just because I was 2 minutes late from the restroom. She called me a weakling. Cynthia’s leg shook. I was mocked and rejected by Anita who told me I wasn’t her class, that I didn’t go to school, that I wasn’t good enough. Anita stood frozen, her lips trembling. I even tried to connect with some others, but they also looked down on me because I wore a uniform and held no title.

At the back, Olivia covered her face and started crying silently. Two other cleaners followed, but one person, Kelvin continued, his voice cracking slightly. One person saw me not as a gate man, but as a human being. He turned slowly and pointed. Sonia Taz rushed down Sonia’s face as everyone turned to look at her. She didn’t know I was the CEO’s son. She was sick, weak, but she still cared. She opened her heart. She accepted me. The hall was dead silent now.

Emotions hung in the air. Kelvin turned sharply to Cynthia. You helped Sonia get this job and still had the heart to collect 30% of her salary every month. That’s not help. That’s wickedness. Cynthia began shaking. You are no longer fit to lead anyone. He raised his hand. From today, you will step down as manager. I’ll appoint someone with a heart, not just qualifications. Cynthia tried to speak, but her mouth went dry. Anita, she bent her head in shame, unable to look up.

As Kelvin dropped the microphone, Sonia ran forward, tears pouring down her face, and hugged him tightly in front of everyone. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. The staff clapped, some cried, some just stood frozen in awe. In that moment, the gate man had become the king, and he chose love over luxury. Moments after the company address, Kelvin gently held Sonia’s hand as he let her out of the conference hall. Everyone stepped aside quietly, watching them walk out.

The former gate man and the girl who loved him before his crown was revealed. As the glass door closed behind them, Chief Fesus remained behind, standing tall with authority in his eyes. He looked around the silent room, his voice calm but firm. I’m disappointed in you, Cynthia, and you, Anita. Both women kept their heads low. To think that both of you, who I trusted, would treat people so badly, mocking, slapping, insulting someone just because you thought they were beneath you.

His voice dropped, filled with emotion. It takes nothing to be kind to someone. Absolutely nothing. He looked around at the rest of the staff. I hope this is a lesson to all of you in this life. Don’t ever judge people by what they wear or what they do. You never know who you’re looking down on. With that, he walked out of the hall and returned to his office. Elsewhere, Anita sat at her desk, her hand on her head, eyes full of regret.

“I still can’t believe this,” she whispered. Linda sat beside her, shaking her head slowly. “Boss son, getting married to Sonia, a receptionist.” Anita stared blankly. I had my chance and I threw it away. Across the building, Rita and Grace were whispering near the back hallway. “She deserves it,” Rita said. “Yes,” Grace nodded. “That girl, Sonia, has been through so much. Pain, hunger, insults, and still she never changed.” They both smiled through tears. In the cleaner’s room, Olivia sat alone, crying bitterly, her hands shaking.

I pushed him away just because he was a gate man. She sobbed. I was blinded by my own shame, and I lost someone who only showed love. Her tease soaked the sleeve of her uniform. The next morning, a black luxury car pulled up in front of Sonia’s small rented house. Kelvin, now fully himself again, stepped out and knocked gently on the door. Sonia opened it and smiled. “Good morning,” she said softly. “Good morning, my love,” he replied with a grin.

Behind her stood Jason, her younger brother, holding a small bag. Kelvin bent and shook his hand. “Are you ready?” Jason nodded shily. Kelvin smiled and looked at Sonia. “From today, you’re no longer living here. Come with me. Let me show you the life you deserve. ” Few months later, Sonia now lived with Kelvin, not in his father’s mansion, but in his own house, a beautiful place full of peace, warmth, and love. She went back to school, her dream fulfilled.

Kelvin made sure she lacked nothing. And Jason, he was now in one of the best schools in the city. Kelvin gave her back everything life had stolen and more. Few years later, the sun was bright. The crowd at the university was massive. It was graduation day. Among the audience sat Chief Fesus, smiling proudly with Jason beside him. Kelvin sat quietly watching the stage. Then the speaker called, “And now, please welcome Sonia Edm.” Sonia walked across the stage in her cap and gown, her smile brighter than the sun.

Tea ran down Jason’s cheeks. Chief Fesus clapped with joy. Kelvin stood with pride. After the ceremony, Sonia ran down and hugged her brother, then Chief Fesus, and when she turned to Kelvin, he smiled, reached into his suit pocket, and knelt on one knee. “Sonia, will you marry me?” She gasped, covering her mouth. Tears pawed down her face again, but this time, tears of joy. “Yes, Kelvin.” “A thousand times. Yes.” The crowd around them clapped. Jason jumped excitedly.

And as Kelvin slipped the ring on her finger, everyone could see. This was not just a love story. It was a story of humility, patience, kindness, and pure love. Moral of the story, never judge anyone by their appearance opposition. A kind heart, no matter how hidden, is worth more than gold. True love sees the soul, not the salary. The end.