The corridor they entered was a stark contrast to the cafeteria’s relative warmth. It was narrower, lined with reinforced doors,

The man, still wiping his chest with the small towel, offered a wry smile, his eyes glinting with a mixture

The highway became a blur of motion, the world outside the car windows reduced to streaks of light and shadow.

The darkness was their only ally, a thick, oppressive blanket that swallowed the sounds of their hurried footsteps but also

The heavy steel door to the vault swung inward with a low groan, revealing not a cavern of gold, but

You broke into a fortified estate. Do you even know what you’re risking?” Halima’s voice was colder than Kelechi remembered.

If Halima is actively communicating, actively orchestrating, then the 'wealth' Alhaji Nuradeen is after might be something she possesses, something

He’d met her briefly at a tech meetup in Abuja months ago. She was a digital artist, known for her