The rain started falling over Juja in heavy, gray sheets, matching the bleakness in Amina’s heart. She stood inside the stairwell of the JKUAT Administration Block, her wet hoodie clinging to her shivering frame.
Her hands shook as she looked down at the tiny piece of plastic Brayo’s boy had dropped into her palm five minutes ago: a cloned SIM card.
The instructions from The Boss were simple but terrifying. The Deputy Vice Chancellor (DVC) of Finance was currently in a closed-door senate meeting downstairs. His office assistant was away on a lunch break. Amina just had to slip into his office, swap the SIM card in his official tablet, and walk out.
“Ukifanya hivi, jioni jina yako inakuwa safi campus,” Brayo’s voice echoed in her head. “Ukikataa, hiyo video inafika kwa simu ya wazazi wako ocha mchana wa leo.”
Amina took a deep breath, stepped into the corridor, and pushed open the door to the...