Salma returned to the camp full of joy. On her way, she stopped to buy everything she didn't have before continuing on.

Feefee was surprised to see Salma with money, knowing that she didn’t have any. So, she asked her:

“Salma, where did you get this money from?”

Salma laughed and replied, “I found it at our workplace.”

“What kind of ‘finding’ is this? That’s a lot of money! And who told you that if you find money, it becomes yours? You didn’t even try to ask if someone lost it. Salma, what you’re doing isn’t right!”

"Oh, Miss Morality! I found it, and I spent it. Stop bothering me. Do you have to monitor everything I do? Please mind your own business!" she hissed.

Feefee said nothing more; she just stared at her.

The next morning, at dawn, Salma got ready and left for work at exactly six o’clock. She arrived before everyone else and went straight to the office.

Not long after, she started hearing people chattering outside. As she sat, Marry walked in.

“Oh, Salma! You’re here so early, as if you slept here?”

Salma scoffed and said, "That troublesome man insisted that I be here before seven, so here I am." She spoke with frustration.

Marry burst into laughter and said, “You’ve fallen into the doctor's trap! Just pray that you get out safely because he’s not easy to deal with.”

Salma fell silent, deep in thought.

Doctor Najeeb arrived at the hospital at exactly eight o’clock. He went straight to his office, sat down, and turned on his computer, which was connected to the CCTV cameras, to check what had happened before his arrival.

He was utterly shocked when he saw Salma taking the money he had left on the table the previous day. He had completely forgotten about it until now. He was very surprised and thought to himself:

“She is so beautiful, but she has bad character. I will make sure I play with her intelligence.”

A mischievous smile appeared on his face.

When Salma heard that the doctor had arrived, she stood up and went to his office. She knocked, and he quickly responded, granting her permission to enter.

As soon as she stepped in, she found him staring at her intensely, making her nervous. She fidgeted uncomfortably, a clear sign of guilt.

“Have a seat.”

She heard him say. Hesitantly, she sat down and greeted him. He responded but said nothing more. Instead, he started attending to female patients, asking them certain questions that made them shy, while he remained completely unfazed.

Salma listened in silence, occasionally jotting down things in her notebook that she felt she couldn’t remember otherwise.

Doctor Najeeb continued attending to patients until noon. Then, he stood up, removed his wristwatch, and went to the restroom to perform ablution before heading to the mosque.

He deliberately left the wristwatch, which was worth over a hundred thousand naira, on the table.

When he left, Salma finished organizing the documents and was about to leave when her eyes fell on the watch. She stopped and stared at it, contemplating whether to take it. Fear crept in, but she hesitated.

As she moved closer to take the watch, something under the table caught her eye. It was even more useful to her than the watch—bundles of one-thousand-naira notes, four in total.

With trembling hands, she picked up one bundle. As she was about to leave, she changed her mind and took another bundle, making it two hundred thousand naira. She quickly stuffed the money into her pocket and rushed out of the office.

She went to her bag, put the money inside, and prayed that the doctor wouldn’t check it.

Little did she know that the doctor had intentionally left the money there to see the extent of her thievery. When he returned from the mosque, he checked and confirmed that the money was gone. He then turned on his computer to watch how it had happened.

He was amazed and found it amusing, especially how she initially took some money, left, then returned for more.

He turned off the computer and began thinking about how to deal with this clever thief he had been assigned to work with.

Salma’s voice calling out a greeting snapped him out of his thoughts. He granted her permission to enter.

As soon as she stepped in, he stood up angrily and shouted, “Who the hell took my mo—”

Before he could finish, Salma, shaking and stammering, blurted out, “I swear, Doctor, I didn’t take your money!”

He almost laughed at her panic but controlled himself.

"I never said anyone took my money," he said sternly. “Why did you interrupt me? I was asking who took the documents I was working on.”

Salma let out a huge sigh of relief, clutching her chest as she leaned against the wall with her eyes closed for a few seconds.

Doctor Najeeb found her reaction extremely funny but managed to suppress his laughter.

With a shaky voice and sweat forming on her forehead, Salma quickly said, “I was the one who packed them away for safekeeping. Let me bring them to you.”

She rushed to get the documents and handed them over to him, after which they continued attending to patients. Every now and then, Doctor Najeeb would observe Salma taking deep breaths of relief.

They continued working until the shift ended.

With a nervous heart, Salma left the hospital. She was too anxious to even stop a motorcycle, so she walked home instead.

She had never stolen such a large amount before, and it terrified her.