In Calabar’s glowing dusk, Jul’s career-defining pitch collides with personal betrayal, while Han and Chidi clash over loyalty, legacy, and love. A scandal brews, threatening everything Jul has built, as choices sharpen and empires unravel.

The Lagos night draped itself like a gossamer veil, the air rich with frangipani and egusi stew, as Jul’s studio glowed with lantern light. She and Chidi, bent over sketches, shared stories of resilience—her father’s Yoruba temper, his Dubai struggles. “Maybe we can build something new,” she said, their laughter a balm. Later, Han’s 1 a.m. call stirred old wounds. At the waterfront bar, his voice trembled, “I’ve regretted the auction every day.” But Jul pulled back, “I can’t

The mid-week sun spilled through the tinted windows of Jul’s office on Victoria Island, a golden cascade that bathed her minimalist desk in a warm, deceptive glow. The air thrummed with the faint pulse of Lagos—distant car horns blaring like a city’s heartbeat, the rhythmic clatter of keyboards from her team weaving a soft symphony beneath their low murmurs.