The tension was still thick in the air. All eyes were fixed on Victor as he climbed higher, each movement slow but determined. Elena could barely stand still, her heart pounding so fast it felt like it would stop at any second. Rebecca held Tessy close while Stella held onto Elena, whispering softly, "He'll do it. He has to."
But Victor wasn't climbing blindly. He knew pain, he knew fear, and he had conquered both before. His mind flashed back to years ago—to a time in South Africa when he was chasing more than business.
He met her there—Rita. A stunning African woman with skin like polished bronze and a laugh that echoed like music. She was the daughter of Alhaji Mutar, a powerful Nigerian businessman who ran an import and export company with branches across Africa. Victor had gone to seal a luxury car deal but ended up getting distracted by her.
Rita had seen men like Victor before—suave, smooth-talking, charming. But she was different. She didn't fall easily.
