Leon was up before the sun.
He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the penthouse, watching Lagos stir to life. Traffic lights flickered, the hum of the city beginning to rise. He didn’t sleep much these days. Too many moving parts. Too many enemies to keep track of.
But today, one of them would fall.
He poured himself a cup of black coffee, ignoring the untouched breakfast plate delivered by his housekeeper an hour earlier. His phone buzzed.
Kane (6:12 a.m.): He’s on the move. Surveillance confirms.
Leon didn’t smile, but something flickered in his eyes. A flicker of victory.
David Olorunfemi — his uncle and the traitor who sold out his family’s legacy — had just walked into the trap Leon had been laying for three weeks. All the shell companies, fake offshore accounts, a
