The city skyline stretched endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of Ochieng's private suite at the Emerald Grand Hotel. Beneath the shimmering lights, power shifted like an invisible tide, and Ochieng stood at the center of it all.
Dressed in a tailored black Armani suit, he swirled a glass of aged Louis XIII cognac, his mind lost in thought. The meeting with the Eight Pillars had made one thing clear—his enemies were watching. Waiting. Testing his limits.
A soft knock at the door.
Ochieng didn't turn. "Come in."
The door opened, and Sofia stepped inside. Dressed in an emerald silk dress that clung to her figure, she moved with an effortless grace. "You seemed calm back there," she said, her voice smooth like velvet.
Ochieng smirked. "Because I know what's coming next."
Sofia sat on the couch, crossing her legs. "And what is that?"
Ochieng set his glass down. "War."
Sofia's eyes glimmered with something between excitement and concern. "Are you ready for it?"
Ochieng's gaze turned to the city below. The answer was already written in the blood of his past.