Adekunle slowly buttoned his tailored billionaire suit jacket, his skinhead buzz cut looking sharp under the fluorescent lights, his eyes turning into two blocks of dry ice."Sledge, tell Kazeem to lock down the local terminal perimeter," Adekunle murmured, his voice dropping into a chillingly quiet, deadly pitch that carried the absolute dominance of a modern kingpin. "We are bypassing the local courts tonight. Tell the boys to pack their luxury travel bags and passport details. The international syndicate wants to play global chess with our family honor? Oya, we are traveling to London tomorrow morning to rewrite the script face-to-face inside their own boardrooms
