Chapter FIFTY ONE: Inside the WallsJude held the employee ID card under the white desk light.The fluorescent glow sharpened every detail — the name, the serial number, the face.Kayin Bello – Junior Systems Analyst.Twenty-six. Quiet. Brilliant. Almost invisible in the company.But why him?Jude pushed the chair back and stood, breathing slowly through the confusion pressing into his chest. He had grown used to rivals, regulators, politicians, and even the media… but an internal mole? That wasn’t business. That was betrayal.Jude pressed a button on his desk.“Dara, come to my office. Alone.”Dara’s AnalysisDara arrived in minutes, still holding a tablet with half-finished financial graphs.“What happened?”Jude handed her the ID.Her expression didn’t change — only her eyes narrowed.“This came from the attacker,” Jude said. “They sent a message… ‘Round One.’ This was attached.”Dara took a breath.“I know Kayin. Quiet, like you said. Never late. Smart. Too smart sometimes.”“Coul

CHAPTER FOUTY THREE— The Crossroads of Wilss Bank Wilss Bank PLC had barely celebrated its first quarter when the pressure around it began to shift. The applause had not died down, but beneath the surface, new expectations formed like slow-moving storms on the horizon. Investors wanted faster growth. The public wanted proof that Wilss Bank wasn’t just another shiny brand without real substance. And competitors — especially Fusion — watched every move like hawks waiting for the slightest misstep.Inside the headquarters, the energy felt different from the previous months of pure excitement. The halls buzzed with determination now, not celebration. Every team knew they weren’t just running a bank; they were trying to build a financial empire from the ground up in an industry where survival itself was an achievement.Leo arrived at the weekly executive review earlier than usual, a rare moment of stillness settling around him. He studied the glass table, the reports neatly arranged in fr

CHAPTER FOUTY FIVE— THE ROOM WAS RAGEDThe studio lights dimmed again, a soft purple glow washing across the set as the applause slowly faded. The host, Marvin Cole, leaned forward in his polished chrome chair, hands clasped, eyes bright with the thrill of steering the most watched interview of the year. The camera light blinked red. They were live again.Jude adjusted his jacket. Dave cracked his knuckles once beneath the table. The tension between them had become so thick that even the studio audience sensed it. They sat up straighter, waiting for what would happen next.Marvin smiled, smooth and professional.“Now… before the break, we touched on achievements. Wild and Fusion are—without exaggeration—the two hottest privately-owned brands in the country. But gentlemen,” he tilted his head, “viewers want to know something deeper. Something real.”A murmur rippled through the audience.Dave raised a brow.“Real, like what?”Marvin chuckled, tapping a card on his lap.“Like whether th

CHAPTER SEVEN:THE TALKThe studio seemed to shrink around them.Marvin didn’t rush the moment. He understood television — he understood silence. The question hung in the air like a live wire.“Do you ever fear losing everything you’ve built?”Dave shifted first. His fingers tapped once against the arm of his chair, a habit he hadn’t shaken since their early startup days. Jude noticed it immediately. He always did.Marvin gestured gently.“Take your time.”Dave nodded once, then leaned forward.“Fear?” he repeated. “Yes. Every day.”The audience stilled.“Anyone who tells you they’re not afraid is either lying or already finished,” Dave continued. “Markets don’t sleep. Power attracts enemies. Success paints a target on your back.” He exhaled slowly. “I’ve watched companies bigger than Fusion collapse overnight — not because they were weak, but because they got comfortable.”Jude glanced at him, surprised by the openness.Dave went on.“I fear complacency more than failure. Losing every

Chapter Fourty Nine:Jude talks“I know you helped me reach this extent,” Jude began, his tone steady, grounded.“And I will never deny that.”He paused not for effect, but for honesty.“There were doors you opened that I could not have forced open at that time. Circles you moved in that I later learned to navigate. Pressure you absorbed before I ever had to feel it.”Jude lifted his eyes.“That matters. And I acknowledge it.”He took a breath.“But understand this, Dave — acknowledgment is not submission.”Jude leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on the table.“If I remain beneath you forever, if I fail you at the top, then I am not loyal — I am ungrateful to my own potential.”His voice hardened just enough to carry weight.“You don’t build kings by keeping them kneeling.”Jude told the world that making a king don't really need the kingmaker to be worshipped, followed, answered but respected he felt the need to fall out and try a new system "I will confind with yall that my twin