The elevator doors slid open, revealing the dimly lit penthouse. Ochieng stepped inside, his mind a battlefield of thoughts. The city sprawled beneath him, glittering like a sea of fallen stars, but none of it mattered. His enemies were closing in.
Rolex placed a sleek black case on the glass table and unlatched it, revealing an arsenal of weapons. "We need to move fast," he muttered. "The Makarios don't play fair."
Walter leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "The question is, why now? They could have gone after you years ago."
Ochieng's jaw tightened. "Because I wasn't a threat then." He walked to the bar, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and stared into its amber depths. "But now? They see me as someone who can rewrite the rules of the game."
A soft knock at the door.
Everyone tensed.
Rolex's hand went to his gun, but Ochieng raised a hand, signaling him to wait. He moved to the door, checked the security feed, and frowned.
Victoria.
He opened the door to find her standing there, wrapped in a crimson silk dress that clung to her figure, her eyes shadowed with worry.
"You shouldn't be here," he said.
She stepped in, brushing past him, her perfume a blend of roses and danger. "And yet, here I am."
Walter arched an eyebrow. Rolex smirked.
Victoria turned to Ochieng, her voice barely above a whisper. "They're planning something big. I had to warn you."
Ochieng studied her. Victoria had always been a mystery—one of the few people who could navigate both the world of the elite and the underworld. But could she be trusted?
He set his glass down and met her gaze. "Tell me everything."
And just like that, the night took a dangerous new turn.