Inside the presidential suite of Lagos Continental Hotel, where luxury bled into power, history was being written. The marble floor gleamed beneath an ornate chandelier, its golden glow casting reflections over polished surfaces and glinting off the silver trays left untouched on the side table. Outside the glass wall, the sprawl of the Atlantic stretched into the horizon—unbothered by politics, indifferent to men.
But within these walls, the air was thick. Not with tension—but with calculation.
A deal had just been sealed.
Not just any deal, but a transaction that would send ripples across the continent—a deal whispered about in boardrooms, muttered through secured lines, and speculated by international watchdogs. A deal that would have far-reaching repercussions, both for the land and for the people.
