SHE MISSED HER INTERVIEW TO HELP A STRANGER NOT KNOWING IT WAS HER RICH MOTHER IN LAW

  She Missed Her Interview to Help a Stranger— not knowing It Was Her Rich Mother-in-Law #africantales

           Part 2✅

Each time, he sat across from women like Vanessa, Adanna, and Tolu—women who only cared about money, designer clothes, and high society parties.

One evening, Daniel found himself at a dinner with Vanessa, one of his mother’s favorites.

“So, Daniel,” Vanessa said, swirling her wine. “Are you into yachts or private jets?”

Daniel raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“I mean, I prefer private jets. The air on yachts is just too humid. Plus, you never know when a storm will hit.”

Daniel sighed. He had had enough.

He stood up and placed his napkin on the table.

“I’m sorry, but I have to go.”

Vanessa blinked. “Excuse me?”

Daniel turned to his mother. “Mama, you can force me to come here, but you cannot force me to fall in love.”

And with that, he walked out.

Daniel called Amaka later that night.

“She’s never going to stop,” he said, frustrated.

Amaka sighed. “Daniel, I don’t want you to fight with your mother because of me.”

Daniel held his phone tighter. “Amaka, I love you. My mother needs to understand that.”

“But she won’t,” Amaka whispered. “She doesn’t even know me, and she already hates me.”

Daniel took a deep breath. “Then I will fight for us.”

But the pressure was getting to them both.

Amaka couldn't shake the feeling that she would never be accepted. She had no money, no family connections, and no power in this battle.

Meanwhile, Daniel was torn between the woman he loved and the mother who had raised him.

One afternoon, Grace walked into Daniel’s office and dropped a folder on his desk.

“What’s this?” Daniel asked, picking it up.

“Information about Amaka’s family.”

Daniel flipped through the pages. There were financial records, old photos of her parents, and even details about her father’s salary.

“She comes from nothing,” Grace said. “She will bring you nothing. Do you want to tie yourself to a life of struggle?”

Daniel felt anger rising inside him.

“This is an invasion of privacy, Mama,” he said coldly. “How could you do this?”

Grace didn’t flinch. “I’m protecting you.”

Daniel slammed the folder shut. “From what? Love?”

“From regret,” Grace corrected him.

Daniel shook his head. “You don’t even know Amaka.”

“I don’t have to,” Grace said, standing up. “Girls like her… they always want something.”

Daniel’s jaw clenched. “I love her. And I’m going to marry her one day, whether you like it or not.”

Grace’s expression turned cold. “Over my dead body.”

Daniel stormed out of the office.

That night at his place, he held Amaka close and whispered, “No matter what, I’m not letting go.”

Amaka wanted to believe him. But she knew that love alone was not always enough.

And then, one morning, everything changed.

Amaka woke up before dawn, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Today was the most important day of her life.

She had finally secured a job interview at Trident Holdings, one of the most prestigious companies in Lagos.

It had taken months of rejections, disappointment, and sleepless nights, but she had finally gotten a chance.

She had lost her job as an assistant to Richard when Richard learned of her relationship with Daniel Wood. Daniel’s company and Richard’s Company were competitors in the market, so Richard believed Daniel planted Amaka to know the ongoings in his company so he sacked her.

Daniel being a good fiancée offered Amaka employment in his family company but she declined, she wanted to steer clear of any drama with Daniel’s family, especially his mother.

Her interview was at 8:00 AM sharp.

She couldn’t afford to be late.

She quickly freshened up and put on her best corporate outfit—a crisp white blouse and a navy blue pencil skirt.

She packed her documents into a neat folder, grabbed her purse, and rushed out of her small apartment.

Her heart pounded with excitement.

Today was the day her life would change.

Amaka hailed a taxi and checked her watch.

7:30 AM.

If the road was free, she would make it in time.

She smiled, imagining how happy Daniel would be if she got this job.

He had always supported her, always told her she would make it.

She picked up her phone to send him a message.

“On my way to the interview. Wish me luck! ❤️”

Just as she hit send, she heard it.

A loud, deafening bang.

GBAAAAAAAA!!!

Amaka’s head snapped toward the source of the noise.

Across the road, a car had hit an elderly woman.

People stood around watching.

Some even brought out their phones to record the accident.

But no one moved to help.

Amaka’s heart raced as she saw the woman lying on the ground, blood pooling beneath her head.

She gasped for breath, her groceries scattered across the road.

Amaka couldn’t just sit there.

“Stop the car!” she shouted at the taxi driver.

The man frowned. “Aunty, this Lagos o! You go late for your work!”

“I said STOP THE CAR!” she yelled.

The taxi came to a screeching halt.

Without thinking, Amaka flung open the door and ran toward the injured woman.

The woman’s eyes fluttered weakly.

Amaka knelt beside her, holding her trembling hand.

“Ma, can you hear me?”

The woman’s lips moved, but her voice was weak.

“My daughter… help me…” she gasped.

Amaka felt her chest tighten.

She turned to the bystanders.

“Somebody help me! We need to get her to the hospital!”

A few hesitant men finally stepped forward.

Together, they lifted the injured woman and placed her in a taxi.

Amaka jumped in with her.

The taxi driver gave her a worried look.

“Aunty, where we dey go?”

“The nearest hospital! Hurry!”

As the car sped off, Amaka checked her phone.

7:50 AM.

She knew what this meant.

She was going to miss her interview.

By the time they arrived at the hospital, nurses rushed toward them with a stretcher.

They lifted the woman carefully and rolled her into the emergency ward.

Amaka followed closely behind, her heart pounding.

“Are you a family member?” a doctor asked her.

“No… I just brought her here,” Amaka said breathlessly.

The doctor nodded. “She lost a lot of blood, but we’ll do our best to stabilize her.”

Amaka felt a wave of relief.

At least the woman had a chance.

She checked her phone.

8:15 AM.

Her heart sank.

She had missed the interview.

She had lost her only chance at securing a job.

Tears stung her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away.

She had done the right thing.

Hadn’t she?

But she couldn’t give up now.

Maybe—just maybe—she could still explain herself.

She ran out of the hospital and hailed another taxi.

“Trident Holdings,” she told the driver. “Fast, please!”

The man nodded and sped off.

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