“The billionaire’s not breathing!”
Chaos exploded in the glass-walled boardroom. Seven suited men stood frozen as Michael Owen—the youngest billionaire in West Africa—collapsed to the floor, lips turning blue, motionless.
Then—CLANG.
A mop hit the marble.
No one turned. No one saw her. Just the cleaner.
Katherina had spent the last three months scrubbing floors in that tower, invisible to everyone. A ghost in a gray uniform. But when panic paralyzed the powerful, she moved.
She dropped to her knees beside him. No pulse.
Her fingers trembled as memories from a free first-aid class flickered in her mind—she’d only attended for the free bread, but now that knowledge might be the difference between life and death.
Tilt the head. Pinch the nose. Breathe.
Once. Twice.
Then compressions. Thirty strong, desperate pushes.
“Get her off him!” someone shouted.
“She’s just a cleaner!”
But Katherina didn’t stop. She pressed harder, her arms shaking, her heart pounding.
Then—a gasp.
Michael’s chest rose.
Silence. Disbelief.
The man everyone admired from behind magazine covers had just been kissed back to life… by the woman no one ever saw.
Episode 2: A Hero or a Threat?
Paramedics burst into the boardroom minutes later.
Katherina sat on the floor, pale, trembling, her hands stained with effort. Whispers buzzed around her like wasps:
“Who does she think she is?”
“She probably did it to get close to him.”
“Desperate little cleaner. That was probably her plan all along.”
Tears stung her eyes, but she said nothing. She just picked up her mop—now heavy with humiliation—and quietly returned to her cart.
As the ambulance pulled away with Michael inside, the head of security stopped her.
“Don’t bother coming in tomorrow. HR will be in touch.”
That night, in her tiny one-room flat, Katherina stared at the ceiling. Her phone buzzed with a call from her mother.
“How was work, sweetie?”
She forced a smile into her voice. “It was fine, Mom.”
But she knew the truth: She had saved a life… and lost everything for it.
Episode 3: The Car at the Gate
The next morning, Katherina returned to the company gates to collect her final paycheck.
The guards stopped her cold. “Orders from above,” they said.
Then—screech.
A sleek black car pulled up.
The tinted window rolled down.
Michael Owen.
Pale. Bandaged. Alive.
He looked straight at her. “You,” he said, voice hoarse but steady. “Get in the car.”
The guards stepped back, stunned.
Katherina hesitated, her heart hammering. “Sir, I… I didn’t mean—”
“You saved my life,” he interrupted. “Now I’m going to save yours.”
She stepped inside. The door shut, closing the world out.
He turned to her. “From this moment on, everything changes.”
Episode 4: A New World—and a New Threat
Katherina sat stiffly in the plush leather seat as the car glided through the city. Michael sat beside her, silent behind dark sunglasses.
Then, without looking at her, he spoke.
“They fired you, didn’t they?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “They said I crossed a line.”
Michael turned. “Saving a life isn’t a crime.”
She couldn’t meet his gaze. He removed his glasses, and his voice softened.
“You were the only one who didn’t freeze. You saw me as a human being. Not even the people I pay did that.”
The car pulled up to a mansion that looked like it belonged in a film—gilded gates, marble fountains, chandeliers flickering inside.
He got out. “Come in. From now on, you’ll work for me—personally.”
Inside, Katherina stared at the art-lined walls and glittering light.
“I don’t understand,” she murmured.
“You saved me,” he said. “But it’s more than that. When I looked into your eyes, I saw something no one’s ever given me before—not even my family. Hope.”
She said nothing. But something shifted in her chest.
Episode 5: The USB and the Warning
Weeks passed.
Michael gave Katherina a job as his personal assistant. He taught her how to dress, how to lead meetings, how to be seen.
But behind the scenes, things weren’t right.
Michael grew tense. Distant. Paranoid.
One night, she found him sweating in his study, pale and gasping.
“Sir! What’s happening?!”
He gripped her wrist, his hand ice-cold.
“They poisoned me,” he rasped. “The board. I uncovered fraud—billions gone. They tried to silence me that day in the boardroom.”
Her eyes widened. “What?!”
He fumbled in a drawer and pulled out a small black USB drive.
“Everything’s here. Proof. Don’t trust anyone. Not even my family.”
Then—her vision spun.
Darkness.
She collapsed into his arms.
Michael screamed for help.
But no one came.
And then… the front door creaked open.
A voice echoed from the shadows:
“I warned you, cleaning lady… You should’ve stayed invisible.”
Katherina’s blood ran cold.
Someone was inside.
And they knew everything.
