The invitation arrived on a Wednesday, printed on thick cream cardstock and delivered by a uniformed courier who waited with professional patience while Elian read it. The Lagos Business Excellence Awards. The Civic Centre. Saturday evening. Black tie optional, traditional attire preferred.
And at the bottom, a handwritten note that made Samuel suck in his breath when he read it over Elian's shoulder:
"The Network extends its regards. Come. Let us show you what we've built."
"It's a trap," Samuel said immediately. "Oga, you can't go. They're practically daring you to walk into their lion's den."
Elian turned the card over in his hands, studying the embossed gold lettering. Three weeks had passed since the warehouse. Three weeks of building, organizing, reaching out. The Integrity Movem
