Sarah arrived at the quiet government building shortly after dawn. There were no cameras, no journalists, no eyes waiting to twist her every movement into scandal.
She preferred it that way. What she carried in her bag was enough to set the country on fire.
A federal prosecutor, Chief Prosecutor Adebayo, waited for her inside a dimly lit private chamber. A tall, calm man with a face that rarely betrayed emotion.
“Ms. Williams,” he greeted, shaking her hand. “Please, sit.”
She placed the thick file on the table between them.
“Everything we discussed is in there,” Sarah said, her voice low. “Records, statements, transaction trails… and the Nnadede testimony.”
Adebayo’s eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of that name. He reached for the file, flipping through the pages slowly, his b
