The afternoon sun glared fiercely over the city, its heat bouncing off the tinted windows of the Mercedes parked in front of a luxurious mansion in the high-end district of Lagos. Inside the car, David adjusted his gold wristwatch nervously and checked his reflection in the mirror for the third time.
He had spent the past few days feeling like a man reborn — convinced that the documents he’d found in Jacob’s drawer were his ticket back to wealth and power. The board might have dismissed him, but this deal — this secret sale — would change everything.
The man he was meeting, Mr. Desmond Okwara, was no ordinary businessman. He was known for his sharp instincts and an even sharper tongue — a man who could smell fraud from a mile away. Desmond had once been a major investor in the Martin Emp
