It was a Tuesday morning.
Adiat woke up to the sound of her alarm clock. The digital display read 6:00 a.m. She slowly rose from her king-sized bed, preparing herself for another day at work. Walking over to her window, she looked out at the world beyond her walls and gently closed her eyes as the cool morning breeze brushed against her skin. The feeling was refreshing and calming.
It was just another day in her life.
Adiat began her morning routine the way she always did. She laid her prayer mat neatly in her room, performed her ablution, and observed her morning prayers with deep focus and gratitude. After praying, she spent a few minutes exercising, warming up her body. Adiat was a woman of discipline—she had rules, and she lived by them.
She moved to her luxurious closet, her eyes scanning through neatly arranged clothes before selecting an outfit, along with a matching bag, heels, and other necessities for work. From there, she headed to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and took a refreshing shower. Adiat valued her personal space and cherished quiet moments alone.
After dressing up, she applied a light touch of makeup, sprayed her expensive perfume, and stood before the mirror. As always, she looked elegant and stunning. With her smooth chocolate skin, well-structured body, and beautiful face, she carried herself with confidence and a natural aura—one capable of making anyone lose focus.
Despite her wealth, Adiat preferred her independence. She did not allow a maid to live in her home. Domestic staff only came when needed and left once their work was completed. The only person permitted to stay within the compound was the gateman, who lived in the security quarters.
She descended the staircase softly, her steps calm and unhurried, and went straight to the kitchen. Adiat took four slices of bread, spread some jam on them, and ate quietly, washing it down with a glass of orange juice.
"I have to get going now," she said softly as the time read 8:25 a.m.
She picked up her car keys, locked the front door, and stepped outside. Entering her car, she started the engine as the gateman opened the gate. Moments later, she drove off, heading to work—unaware that this seemingly ordinary day was only the beginning.