The air in the penthouse was thick with tension. Ochieng could feel the weight of a decision pressing down on him, heavier than ever before. Walter's words echoed in his mind—Kill the past, or the past will kill you.
But what if the past wasn't so easily erased?
The man in black stepped forward, his gaze flickering between Walter and Ochieng. His voice was steady, but the urgency was clear.
"There's been a breach," he said. "Someone's been moving against us in the shadows. And it's someone who knows you, Ochieng."
Ochieng stiffened. "Who?"
The man hesitated. Then he said the name.
"Seline."
The world tilted. The woman who had left him, the one who had traded love for luxury, was now a threat?
Rolex let out a low chuckle. "Funny how life works, huh?"
Walter, however, wasn't amused. "This isn't a coincidence. Someone is backing her." He turned to the man in black. "Who else is involved?"
The answer came like a knife to the ribs.
"Brian."
Ochieng's blood ran cold. The man who had mocked him, humiliated him, reduced him to nothing in front of the world—he was now an enemy in the truest sense.
The room fell into a heavy silence. Then Walter exhaled and looked at Ochieng.
"You see now?" Walter said. "The past always finds a way back. And when it does, it doesn't come empty-handed."
Ochieng clenched his fists. He had left them behind. He had built something greater. And now, they were coming for him.
Rolex stood up, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. "So, what's the move, boss?"
Ochieng felt something shift inside him. The hesitant man he once was—the one who cared about fairness, about morality—was gone. In his place was something colder.
He turned to Walter. "We finish this."
Walter's lips curled into a smile. "Now, that's the answer I was waiting for."
The war had begun.