The Mirage Hotel stood like a phantom against the midnight sky—silent, powerful, and drenched in luxury. Its rooftop, an exclusive sanctuary for the untouchables, overlooked the city's glowing veins of traffic below.
Ochieng arrived in a sleek, jet-black Aston Martin with the plate "G.O.A.T 007"—a personal touch of arrogance. He stepped out, his tailored black suit cutting through the cold air like a blade. The doorman bowed. Everyone knew who he was.
Inside, the air smelled of expensive cigars and forbidden deals. Wealth whispered in every corner, yet danger lurked beneath the marble floors. The Mirage was not just a hotel—it was a battlefield for the powerful.
He found Sofia waiting at the rooftop lounge, draped in a crimson silk dress that clung to her curves like sin. A single diamond necklace rested above her collarbone, catching the city lights. She had dressed for war.
Ochieng pulled out a chair but didn't sit. "Talk."
Sofia sipped her wine, letting the silence stretch. She wanted him impatient. Desperate. Weak.
He wasn't.
Finally, she leaned in. "Your parents… their deaths weren't an accident."
Ochieng's expression didn't change, but she saw it—the flicker of something dangerous.
"I already know that."
Sofia smirked. "But do you know who ordered it?"
Ochieng remained still. Waiting. Calculating.
She placed a folder on the table, her red-painted nails tapping against it. "Open it."
He did.
And the world around him shattered.