She hadn’t spoken in three years… until the man in the suit fell to his knees before the bank’s cleaning lady.
For months, no one at the branch knew her name. She never spoke, never smiled — just moved quietly from door to desk, polishing brass handles with a faint scent of lemon trailing behind.
Most barely noticed her. A few were cruel.
“Hey, mute — missed a spot,” one loan officer would jeer. She never reacted.
Her name on the payroll was Aleptina. But once… she had been Alia — a teacher, an artist, a voice that could captivate a room. That was before the fire. Before she pulled a little boy from the flames. Before the world she knew turned to ash.
And then, one ordinary morning, everything stopped.
A black luxury car rolled up to the bank. Out stepped the regional director. Suits straightened, whispers swept the room.
But instead of heading to his office, he walked straight to the cleaning lady.
And in front of dozens of stunned employees… he knelt.
Took her hands. Kissed them.
“Alia,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “I’ve been searching for you for years.”
She looked at him, eyes shimmering — and for the first time in three years, she spoke a single word…
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