The air in the penthouse felt heavier than usual, charged with an unspoken storm. Ochieng sat in his study, the glow of his laptop illuminating his face as he plugged in the flash drive Victoria had given him.
The files loaded instantly. Dozens of folders, each labeled meticulously. But one caught his attention immediately—"Brian: The Empire's Rot."
He clicked it open, his gaze sharpening as he scanned the contents. Bank statements, offshore accounts, secret dealings, and a few hidden affairs that would shatter reputations.
Brian had been busy. But now, he had made one fatal mistake—he had drawn Ochieng's attention.
A smirk curled on Ochieng's lips. "You always thought you were untouchable, Brian. Let's see how long that lasts."
His phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen—Tilda.
He hesitated for a moment before answering. "What is it?"
"Meet me at The Celestial Lounge. Now."
She hung up before he could respond.
Ochieng exhaled sharply. He hated cryptic calls, but Tilda wasn't someone who wasted his time. He grabbed his coat and stepped out.
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The Celestial Lounge was alive with luxury. The scent of expensive cigars and aged whiskey filled the air as high society mingled in hushed conversations.
Ochieng spotted Tilda at a private booth, a glass of wine in hand. She was stunning as always, her sleek black dress hugging her in all the right places. But there was an edge to her tonight—a sharpness in her gaze that told him she wasn't here for small talk.
He slid into the seat across from her. "Talk."
Tilda leaned in. "Brian isn't your only problem."
Ochieng arched a brow. "I'm listening."
She pushed a small envelope toward him. "You need to see this."
Ochieng opened it, revealing a set of photos. His blood ran cold.
The images showed Brian shaking hands with someone he hadn't expected—Rolex.
"That bastard's supposed to be in exile," Ochieng muttered.
Tilda's eyes darkened. "Looks like he's back. And he's not alone."
Ochieng clenched his jaw. Rolex wasn't just a threat—he was a ticking bomb. If he and Brian were working together, then this wasn't just business.
It was war.
Ochieng leaned back, exhaling. "So, what's the play?"
Tilda smirked. "Oh, I think you already know. It's time to remind them why they should fear you."
Ochieng chuckled, a dark promise in his eyes. "Then let's give them a lesson they won't forget."