The Red Bottom Heels: Madam Koi Koi

The accident did not begin on Third Mainland Bridge.It began inside the Admin Block at 8:42pm.The campus was quieter than usual.Dismissal day always felt strange — like something unfinished hanging in the air. Esther Lawrence had returned. Not to teach.Not to beg.To retrieve something. Her termination letter had been typed quickly.But something in it bothered her. A reference to “prior complaints.”Complaints that did not exist. She needed proof. Security footage would clear her name.And she knew exactly where the access server was kept. What she didn’t know —Was that someone else had already accessed it. ---<h3>The Missing Footage</h3> At 8:37pm, an ID card was swiped at the Admin entrance. Registered to:Nimmatula Abdulsalami.But Nimmatula was in the dormitory that night.At least, that’s what she told her boyfriend, John Oyinloye. John would later swear she was on a video call with him.But the call logs show it ended at 8:30pm.Seven minutes before the swipe. The system logs were later deleted.But not before Samuel Ibok flagged it in a draft report that was never finalized. Why? Because powerful parents do not like unfinished questions. ---<h3>The Secret No One Knew</h3> There was something else. Something buried beneath gossip and discipline records. Before the petition.Before the humiliation. There had been tension in class. Not between Esther and Dolapo.Between Esther and Nimmatula.Nimmatula was brilliant.Restless.Emotionally volatile. And she had confided in her Literature teacher more than once. Late essays.Private consultations.Extended after-class discussions. It was innocent.But perception is more dangerous than truth. Dolapo noticed. She twisted it.Whispers became assumptions.Assumptions became narrative.And narrative became weapon. But here is the twist no one saw coming: The phone that recorded the “incident” was not Dolapo’s. It was Nimmatula’s. She handed it over.She suggested the angle.She knew exactly which seconds to keep. Why? Because weeks earlier, Esther Lawrence had discovered something else. Something far more serious than plagiarism. Exam scripts accessed before grading.Answer sheets photographed.Shared in a private group chat. Nimmatula’s name appeared more than once. Expulsion would have followed. Instead, Esther called her in privately. Warned her.Gave her a chance to confess. Nimmatula panicked.And panic breeds desperation. ---<h3>The Confrontation</h3> 8:45pm. Admin Block. Esther Lawrence entered.Red bottoms steady. She accessed the system.The footage from prep class was incomplete. Edited.Manipulated.She whispered to herself: “So this is what you did.” Behind her — A door clicked softly.Nimmatula stood there. Shaking.Not evil.Just terrified. “I didn’t mean for it to go this far.” Esther turned. Calm.Controlled.Still authoritative. “You could have trusted me.” Silence. Then something shifted. Nimmatula reached for the server console. A struggle. Short.Clumsy. A system crash.Files corrupted. And in that chaos — A sentence was spoken. One that would change everything. “If my father finds out, you won’t survive this school.” That was when Esther understood. This wasn’t teenage rebellion.This was protection. Family name.Political ties.Money. She walked away. Not defeated.But resolved. She would escalate it. Formally.Publicly. And that meant someone was about to lose more than reputation. ---<h3>Third Mainland Bridge — 2:03am</h3> Brake systems do not fail quietly.They give warning.Unless someone tampers. Esther’s car had been parked in the staff lot. Accessible. Unmonitored between 6pm and 10pm. CCTV for that section?Corrupted.Deleted during the earlier system crash. Coincidence?Or cover? Witnesses reported seeing headlights trailing her car shortly before the flip. But no second vehicle was ever identified. The file was signed off. Closed. Principal Tobi Igbinedion urged discretion. “Protect the institution.” Parents echoed it. Silence became policy. ---<h3>The One Student Never Questioned</h3> Dolapo. Because attention was focused on her.But she was never in the Admin Block.She never touched the server.She never knew about the exam leak. She was used. Convenient.Visible.Distracting. The real fear sat quietly in the dormitory. Waiting.Sleeping.Pretending. And three weeks later — When the first koi echoed in the hallway — Nimmatula heard it differently. Not as revenge. But as recognition. Because if Esther Lawrence did come back… She wasn’t hunting the loudest voice. She was hunting the one who knew the truth.

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