The four of them – Amara, Kwame, Zara, and Aisha – merged into Lagos' night, the city's energy pulsing with theirs. They gathered in a secret spot, an underground club in Ikoyi, where the DJ spun Afro-fusion beats and the air hummed with rebellion.
Aisha grinned, phone still clenched. "Market's exposed, but they'll regroup."
Kwame nodded, arm around Amara. "We need leverage. Zara, what's the info?"
Zara pulled out a chip. "Got this from their system. Proof of Market's tech sabotage plans."
Amara's eyes lit. "Riyanah can use this to lock them out."
The plan formed – protect Riyanah's tech, expose The Market's empire.
As they strategized, the DJ dropped a hot track. Aisha yanked Zara to dance. Kwame pulled Amara close, lips brushing her ear