The air inside the penthouse felt heavy, thick with unspoken truths. Ochieng stared at Victoria, searching for any sign of deceit in her dark, captivating eyes. Rolex and Walter watched silently, their hands hovering close to their weapons.
Victoria took a deep breath and stepped closer. "The Makarios are setting a trap. They've allied with an unknown player—someone powerful, someone who has been watching you from the shadows."
Ochieng's fingers drummed against the marble counter. "A new player?"
Victoria nodded. "Yes. They call him 'The Phantom.' No one knows his real identity, but he's pulling the strings now."
Rolex let out a low whistle. "If this is true, then we have a problem."
Walter's voice was like steel. "Or an opportunity."
Ochieng smirked. "Exactly."
The room fell into a momentary silence as the weight of the revelation settled over them. Then, Victoria reached into her purse and pulled out a sleek black envelope. "This was sent to me."
Ochieng took the envelope, slit it open with a flick of his knife, and pulled out a single piece of paper. One sentence was scrawled in perfect cursive:
"Your past is coming for you."
His grip on the paper tightened.
Walter frowned. "They know something. Something dangerous."
Ochieng exhaled slowly. "Then it's time we start playing our own game."
Victoria placed a hand on his arm. "Be careful, Ochieng. The Phantom isn't just another enemy. He's different."
Ochieng met her gaze and smiled darkly. "Good. I was getting bored."
The night had only just begun.