[Naimah Flashback]
The test results revealed an alarming truth: she had been overdosed on a black-market contraceptive pill.
[END OF FLASHBACK]
As the flashback ended, Naimah accidentally spilled juice on her skirt. Excusing herself from the dining table, she headed to the female bathroom to clean up the stain. However, she halted at the male bathroom door when she overheard two familiar voices:
Voice 1: "Here, it's specially made for her, different from the last one I brought. Mix it in her coffee drink, and she'll never know. All we need to do is wait patiently for her to start hallucinating and showing signs of paralysis before sending her to a psychiatric hospital to die."
Voice 2: "I can't wait for her to die, so her inheritance and company shares will be ours..."
Voice 1: "You're not eager to be with me..."
Voice 2: "You're everything I ever needed..."
The voices continued, accompanied by the sound of kissing. Naimah was grateful to have her phone with her, and she discreetly recorded the conversation instead of crying out and risking discovery.
She abandoned her plan to clean up the stain and returned to the table, pretending nothing had happened. "What next?" she thought to herself, her mind racing with the sinister plot she had just uncovered.
Yara works at one of the most influential companies. When she discovers the diary of her boss, she finds out that his behaviour is connected to an unknown disease. She is determined to help him behind the scenes. However, she has to pay the price when her curiosity leads to an inevitable betrayal.
They want us to have poverty. They want us to serve them. To work for them. To be happy with our unbearably meagre lot in life. But we have each other. We have each other and that means that we have power. We can’t let them know that we have power, not ever. Because if they know, then they’ll destroy us.
The census is about to begin. I wonder if I’ll be brave enough to get through it. But I have to be. We all have to be. Because far too much depends on us, in this moment.