Ochieng pulled up to an exclusive penthouse suite in the heart of Shanghai, where the skyline glittered beneath the night sky. The gold-plated license plate on his McLaren P1, reading "O-8 LEGACY", gleamed under the streetlights.
Inside, his most trusted subordinates were already waiting.
Seated around a glass conference table were Tielen, Linet, Jeff, and Wendy—the four individuals who controlled different sectors of his empire. Tielen, the shadow in the underworld. Linet, the silent force behind Africa's rising economy. Jeff, a mastermind in energy and oil. And Wendy, the queen of European business.
They had built an empire together, but tonight, they weren't discussing business.
Tonight was about his parents' past—and the enemy closing in.
"Someone is digging into my parents' history," Ochieng said as he took his seat at the head of the table. "Catherine gave me a lead, but I need more. Who's behind this?"
Wendy pushed a file forward. "We intercepted coded communications between three groups: a powerful aristocratic family, a high-level government faction, and a hidden underworld syndicate. All of them have started pulling records related to your parents."
Ochieng's eyes darkened. Three different factions, all chasing the same ghost.
Tielen cracked his knuckles. "We can eliminate them."
Ochieng smirked. "Not yet. Let's play their game first."
He leaned back. His voice was calm, but his mind was already ten steps ahead.
This wasn't just about history.
It was about power. And whoever touched his parents' past… was stepping into a war they weren't ready for.