The Iron Throne of Lagos
*Chapter 3: "The Meeting"*
Aisha's eyes scanned the crowded restaurant, her gaze lingering on the familiar faces of Lagos' elite. She spotted Kunle, already seated at a table in the corner, a smug expression on his face.
As she approached the table, Kunle stood up, a gesture of respect that Aisha acknowledged with a nod. They sat down, and Kunle immediately began to brief her on the information he had gathered.
"The new player is a woman," he said, his voice low and urgent. "Her name is *Nneoma*, and she's been quietly building a business empire that rivals yours."
Aisha's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with the implications. A woman? She hadn't expected that.
"What kind of businesses is she involved in?" Aisha asked, her voice firm.
Kunle smiled, a sly smile. "She's got her fingers in every pie," he said. "Real estate, finance, even politics."
Aisha's eyes widened, her expression incredulous. "How did she manage that?" she asked.
Kunle shrugged, his expression nonchalant. "She's got connections," he said. "And she's not afraid to use them."
Aisha's mind was racing with the implications. A woman with connections and a ruthless streak? This was not what she had expected.
"I want to meet her," Aisha said finally, her voice firm.
Kunle raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked.
Aisha nodded, her eyes locked onto Kunle's. "I need to know what I'm up against," she said.
Kunle nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'll arrange a meeting," he said.
As they parted ways, Aisha's mind was racing with thoughts of Nneoma and the potential threat she posed. She knew that she had to be careful, that one misstep could spell disaster.
But Aisha was not one to back down from a challenge. She was determined to meet Nneoma and find out what she was all about.
The meeting was arranged for the following day, at a luxurious hotel in the heart of Lagos. Aisha arrived promptly at 10 am, her eyes scanning the lobby for any sign of Nneoma.
And then she saw her – a tall, statuesque woman with piercing green eyes and skin as black as coal. Nneoma was even more beautiful than Aisha had expected, and she felt a pang of surprise.
"Nneoma," Aisha said, her voice firm as she extended her hand.
Nneoma smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Aisha," she said, her voice husky. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
As they shook hands, Aisha felt a spark of electricity run through her body. She knew that this was going to be a meeting to remember.
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