Tara glanced at the clock on her computer screen. 9:17 PM. The office was quiet now, most of the staff gone home to their families. Only the low hum of the air conditioner and the glow of her desk lamp kept her company. She rubbed her tired eyes and kept typing. The report for the new oil deal had to be perfect. If she messed this up, her internship at Okoye Energy would end before it really started.
She stretched her arms above her head, her white blouse pulling tight across her full breasts. At twenty-two, she knew she was young for this level of work, but she was determined. Lagos was not a city that forgave weakness.
The sound of heavy footsteps made her freeze. She looked up.
Chief Raymond Okoye stood in the doorway of the open-plan office, his tall frame filling the space. He was
