The Maybach carries Amira through a city gone quiet. No partition. No silence to hide behind. Khalid speaks of truth as currency, belief as control, and influence without apology. Abuja glows past the window as questions sharpen between them. By the time the car slows at her gate, Amira knows one thing—the drive home has already changed the shape of her choices.

Rain-polished Abuja watches as Amira steps into a waiting Maybach. No questions. No explanations. The city shifts as convoys form around her, gates opening without signs. Inside a hidden lounge, power gathers quietly and truth is traded like currency. When Amira finally speaks, it isn’t a secret that surprises them — it’s how easily she belongs.

The Transcorp Hilton ballroom glows with rehearsed luxury. Amira Suleiman smiles for cameras she cannot afford to disappoint. This premiere is her return to relevance. Then a man arrives late, silent, and certain. No introduction. No apology. When he speaks, it’s only to her. Minutes later, her phone vibrates with an unknown message. Welcome to the part of Abuja that whispers. Curiosity tightens its grip.