Cleo, a pregnant taxi driver, had seen it all during her two years on the night shift. But one rainy evening, she experienced something new.
As she drove down deserted streets, a lone figure emerged from the shadows. A young man, battered and bruised, limped along the roadside. Cleo’s instincts screamed danger, but she stopped anyway.
Through the fog, she saw the desperation in his eyes. “I just need to get somewhere safe,” he pleaded. Cleo unlocked the doors, and the stranger climbed in.
A high-speed chase ensued, with Cleo expertly navigating through alleys to shake off their pursuers. Finally, they reached the hospital, and the man thanked her profusely.
“I’m Cleo,” she said, smiling. “And you are?”
The next morning, Cleo woke to a convoy of black SUVs outside her home. Men in suits and earpieces formed a perimeter. Her heart racing, she opened the door to find the stranger from the night before, now impeccably dressed.
He introduced himself as Archie Atkinson, son of the wealthy Atkinson family. Three days prior, he had been kidnapped, and a $50 million ransom was demanded. Cleo’s quick thinking had saved his life and foiled the abduction ring.
Archie’s father, Mr. Atkinson, handed Cleo a check, saying, “Think of it as an investment in your future and your child’s.” Tears streamed down Cleo’s face as Archie added, “We want you to lead our foundation’s new community safety program. We need more people like you.”
Cleo’s life had changed overnight. The weight of the past few months lifted, and for the first time since her husband left, she felt hopeful.
As she looked down at her belly, she smiled. “Did you hear that, baby? Mommy’s night job just got upgraded. And we did it by being human.
