His fingers grew sore from typing and tightening cables. But he didn’t complain. He wanted to feel what an ordinary man felt.
And it was in this new role that Benson met Fei. Femi was in his late 20s, sharpeyed and confident with a pride that filled every room he walked into.
He wasn’t just any staff. Femi was the son of the branch manager and everyone knew it.
He acted like his father owned Jackson Worldwide Enterprises itself. He walked like a king, spoke like a boss and treated other staff with an arrogant, almost dismissive tone.
Femi was one of the senior IT staff and Benson, now Solomon, had been assigned under him.
On his first day, Fei treated him like trash. “So you’re the new junior. You better be useful,” Fei said sharply.
Femi always saw himself as superior to everyone else, and he wasted no time bossing Benson around.
As the days passed, Fei wasted no time in making this difficult for him. Full of himself, flirting with every girl in sight.
Working with him wasn’t easy, but Benson understood that being by Femy’s side helped him study the staff and learn how each department operated.
He had almost forgotten what it felt like to be a man of power and influence.
Now he was just another junior staff, living a simple life like everyone else. But that peace did not last long.
Each morning Benson arrived early, doing his tasks quietly while observing the environment. Some workers were polite but distant.
Others were cold, proud, and unkind. Most ignored him completely. One afternoon in the staff cafeteria, while rushing to get lunch, Benson noticed a young woman sitting alone.
She ate plain porridge from a small container. Her shoes were worn, her hair loosely tied.
When she noticed an elderly cleaner sitting alone, looking exhausted after a long morning of work, she stood up softly and offered him water.
That small act of kindness caught Benson’s attention instantly. Her name was Naomi. She was one of the cleaners, quiet, respectful, hardworking.
She avoided gossip, did her duties with care, and minded her business. She looked like someone that had nothing.
Yet, she still found a way to be kind. As Benson passed her table, Naomi looked up and smiled.
“Good afternoon, sir,” he paused, surprised. “You’re talking to me?” “Yes,” she replied gently. “I see you working in the IT department every day.
You’re very hardwork.” He smiled shily. “Thank you,” he said. She nodded, lifted her mop bucket, and walked away.
That short moment stayed with him all day. It was the first time anyone had shown him respect or appreciated his efforts since he began his undercover journey as a junior IT assistant.
Later that evening, Benson sat in his small apartment replaying the encounter. The thought of Naomi and her selfless act kept returning.
He was drawn to her, wanting to know more. The next day, he arrived at work with unusual curiosity.
He followed his routine quietly, but his eyes were searching. He wanted to understand Naomi better.
He wanted to know if the kindness he saw was real. That afternoon, Naomi passed through the hallway, chatting softly with another cleaner.
