The room was dimly lit, the scent of expensive cigars and whiskey lingering in the air. Ochieng stood at the center, his sharp gaze scanning the faces of his most trusted people—Victoria, Jeff, Lucy, Bruno, Paul, and Gideon. They were more than allies; they were family.
"If we go after Glowtune International, we have to be ready for the fallout," Lucy warned, crossing her arms. "Rolex won't just sit back and watch. He'll strike first."
Ochieng smirked, crushing his cigarette into the ashtray. "Then let him. He'll regret it."
Victoria leaned closer, her voice low but firm. "How do we take down an empire that big?"
Ochieng turned to Jeff, who pulled up a digital blueprint of Glowtune's headquarters on the large screen. "We hit them where they least expect it. Their offshore accounts, their secret deals, and most importantly, their illegal smuggling routes."
Bruno grinned, cracking his knuckles. "And who do we hit first?"
Ochieng exhaled, his eyes dark with determination. "Rogers. Rolex's right-hand man."
The room fell silent. Everyone knew Rogers was a ghost—untraceable, unpredictable, and dangerous.
Paul finally spoke, his voice calm but firm. "We'll need bait to lure him out."
Victoria smirked, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "Then let's give him something he can't resist."
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Meanwhile, in Rolex's Private Mansion…
Rogers stood in front of the large glass window, watching the city below. His phone vibrated, and he picked it up without a word.
"Ochieng is making a move," a deep voice informed him.
Rogers smirked. "Let him. He's playing checkers while we play chess."
Rolex entered the room, his silver hair glinting under the chandelier light. "Prepare the strike team. I want Ochieng's head on a silver platter before sunrise."
Rogers nodded. "Consider it done."
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Back at the Safehouse…
Victoria adjusted her dress, the silky material hugging her curves perfectly. She looked dangerous, tempting—exactly how they needed her to be.
Ochieng stood by the door, his gaze unreadable. "You sure about this?"
She smirked, stepping closer. "I was made for this."
With that, she disappeared into the night, walking straight into the lion's den.