The boardroom was silent when I walked in.Three years ago, Tunde Bello fired me in this same room. "An intern with big dreams," he laughed. "Go back to your village and lay bricks, Aisha. You’ll never be an architect."Today, I wasn’t the intern. I was the buyer.I dropped my designer briefcase on the mahogany table. The sound echoed like a gunshot. Tunde’s eyes widened. He looked older, thinner, desperate. The ₦500 million debt on the screen behind him said why."Ms. Dankai," the lawyer stammered. "Shall we proceed with the acquisition?"I smiled. Slow. Dangerous. The same smile I gave him when he cheated on me with his secretary."Yes," I said, clicking my pen. "But first... I want his office. The corner one with the view. And I want him to stay. As my junior architect."Tunde shot up from his chair. "You can’t—""I can." I cut him off. "Because three years ago you taught me something, Tunde. In construction and in love... when a foundation is weak, the whole building falls."I signed the contract. His revenge had just begun. Mine was just starting.