Part one

Mama used to say, "Life is full of choices, darling. Some'll make you cry, but others'll make you fly." 

Lara's days blurred together in a haze of meetings, emails, and city traffic. She would climb the corporate ladder, just like she had  planned, but the view from the top wasn't as breathtaking as she'd expected. 

Her office towered above Lagos, glass and steel reflecting the city's chaos. 

The 30th floor was where the big shots played, and Lara was one of them – sleek black desk, tailored suits, and a smile that hid the fatigue. 

Lara herself was a Lagos queen sharp jawline, designer heels, and a phone that never stopped buzzing.

Growing up as an only child in a quiet Ikoyi home, Lara's parents had poured their dreams into her. "Get a good job, make money, be secure," they'd say. And she'd ticked all the boxes – top grades, top firms, top pay. White collar was her comfort zone, and she owned it. 

But behind the confidence, a spark had dimmed. Nights were spent scrolling through old pics, wondering "what if".

Lara pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the Lagos skyline outside her window. She had it all, didn't she? 

Await the next part

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