Billionaire disguised himself as a poor cleaner. and found true love in the heart of a humble woman.
In the heart of Lagos, one of the biggest companies in West Africa stood tall. Bright Techch Industries, a multi-billion naira empire, known for its clean energy technology and smart home devices. The building sparkled with tinted glass, shiny floors, and hundreds of staff dressed in uniforms. But behind the tall gates and glowing signboards was a secret only one man knew.
The true owner of Brighttech, Mr. David White, had a plan. He was 33 years old, one of Nigeria's youngest billionaires, but no one knew what he looked like. He had kept a low profile for years, never granting interviews, never posting pictures online. Why? Because he was tired of fake love. Every woman he met loved his money, not him.
They wanted the fame, the flashy life, the cars, but not his heart. He had been used, lied to, and embarrassed by women who pretended to love him, but only wanted to enjoy his wealth. So, he made a bold decision. "I will pretend to be a poor cleaner in my own company," he told his trusted friend and personal assistant, Henry.
"I want to see how people treat me when they don't know who I am. I want to find someone who will love me for me." Henry raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about this, boss? You'll be mopping floors and cleaning toilets." David smiled. That's exactly what I need. If she can love me at my lowest, she deserves me at my best. The next morning, the plan began.
David cut his fine hair cut low, wore cheap, oversized clothes, rubber slippers, and an old cap. He covered his face with light powder to look darker and older. He even changed his voice to sound rough and broken. He was no longer Mr. David White. He was now John, the new cleaner at Bright Tech. When David arrived at the staff gate of Bright Techch Industries, he walked up to the security post with calm confidence.
One of the guards looked at him closely. "Yes, what are you here for?" "I'm the new cleaner," David replied in a deeper, slightly rough voice. The guard glanced at the ID card in his hand, then pointed toward the building. "Go in and report to the janitorial supervisor. First hallway on your left." David gave a small nod and entered through the gate.
Inside the building, the hallways were busy with staff moving quickly from one department to another. People walked past him without a glance. Some glanced at him briefly, then looked away. No one smiled. No one greeted him. When he got to the janitorial office, he knocked and stepped in.
A woman behind the desk looked up. Her name tag read, "Mrs. Grace, janitorial lead. You're the new cleaner." Yes, Ma. My name is John. She gave a slight nod, not bothering to smile. Your duty area is the ground floor, hallways, lobby, and toilets. The cleaning tools are in the storage room. Get started immediately. Yes, Ma, David said
TO BE CONTINUED...
In the heart of Lagos, one of the biggest companies in West Africa stood tall. Bright Techch Industries, a multi-billion naira empire, known for its clean energy technology and smart home devices. The building sparkled with tinted glass, shiny floors, and hundreds of staff dressed in uniforms. But behind the tall gates and glowing signboards was a secret only one man knew.
The true owner of Brighttech, Mr. David White, had a plan. He was 33 years old, one of Nigeria's youngest billionaires, but no one knew what he looked like. He had kept a low profile for years, never granting interviews, never posting pictures online. Why? Because he was tired of fake love. Every woman he met loved his money, not him.
They wanted the fame, the flashy life, the cars, but not his heart. He had been used, lied to, and embarrassed by women who pretended to love him, but only wanted to enjoy his wealth. So, he made a bold decision. "I will pretend to be a poor cleaner in my own company," he told his trusted friend and personal assistant, Henry.
"I want to see how people treat me when they don't know who I am. I want to find someone who will love me for me." Henry raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about this, boss? You'll be mopping floors and cleaning toilets." David smiled. That's exactly what I need. If she can love me at my lowest, she deserves me at my best. The next morning, the plan began.
David cut his fine hair cut low, wore cheap, oversized clothes, rubber slippers, and an old cap. He covered his face with light powder to look darker and older. He even changed his voice to sound rough and broken. He was no longer Mr. David White. He was now John, the new cleaner at Bright Tech. When David arrived at the staff gate of Bright Techch Industries, he walked up to the security post with calm confidence.
One of the guards looked at him closely. "Yes, what are you here for?" "I'm the new cleaner," David replied in a deeper, slightly rough voice. The guard glanced at the ID card in his hand, then pointed toward the building. "Go in and report to the janitorial supervisor. First hallway on your left." David gave a small nod and entered through the gate.
Inside the building, the hallways were busy with staff moving quickly from one department to another. People walked past him without a glance. Some glanced at him briefly, then looked away. No one smiled. No one greeted him. When he got to the janitorial office, he knocked and stepped in.
A woman behind the desk looked up. Her name tag read, "Mrs. Grace, janitorial lead. You're the new cleaner." Yes, Ma. My name is John. She gave a slight nod, not bothering to smile. Your duty area is the ground floor, hallways, lobby, and toilets. The cleaning tools are in the storage room. Get started immediately. Yes, Ma, David said
TO BE CONTINUED...
Billionaire disguised himself as a poor cleaner. and found true love in the heart of a humble woman.
In the heart of Lagos, one of the biggest companies in West Africa stood tall. Bright Techch Industries, a multi-billion naira empire, known for its clean energy technology and smart home devices. The building sparkled with tinted glass, shiny floors, and hundreds of staff dressed in uniforms. But behind the tall gates and glowing signboards was a secret only one man knew.
The true owner of Brighttech, Mr. David White, had a plan. He was 33 years old, one of Nigeria's youngest billionaires, but no one knew what he looked like. He had kept a low profile for years, never granting interviews, never posting pictures online. Why? Because he was tired of fake love. Every woman he met loved his money, not him.
They wanted the fame, the flashy life, the cars, but not his heart. He had been used, lied to, and embarrassed by women who pretended to love him, but only wanted to enjoy his wealth. So, he made a bold decision. "I will pretend to be a poor cleaner in my own company," he told his trusted friend and personal assistant, Henry.
"I want to see how people treat me when they don't know who I am. I want to find someone who will love me for me." Henry raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about this, boss? You'll be mopping floors and cleaning toilets." David smiled. That's exactly what I need. If she can love me at my lowest, she deserves me at my best. The next morning, the plan began.
David cut his fine hair cut low, wore cheap, oversized clothes, rubber slippers, and an old cap. He covered his face with light powder to look darker and older. He even changed his voice to sound rough and broken. He was no longer Mr. David White. He was now John, the new cleaner at Bright Tech. When David arrived at the staff gate of Bright Techch Industries, he walked up to the security post with calm confidence.
One of the guards looked at him closely. "Yes, what are you here for?" "I'm the new cleaner," David replied in a deeper, slightly rough voice. The guard glanced at the ID card in his hand, then pointed toward the building. "Go in and report to the janitorial supervisor. First hallway on your left." David gave a small nod and entered through the gate.
Inside the building, the hallways were busy with staff moving quickly from one department to another. People walked past him without a glance. Some glanced at him briefly, then looked away. No one smiled. No one greeted him. When he got to the janitorial office, he knocked and stepped in.
A woman behind the desk looked up. Her name tag read, "Mrs. Grace, janitorial lead. You're the new cleaner." Yes, Ma. My name is John. She gave a slight nod, not bothering to smile. Your duty area is the ground floor, hallways, lobby, and toilets. The cleaning tools are in the storage room. Get started immediately. Yes, Ma, David said
TO BE CONTINUED...
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