“Sorry for the wait,” a voice said. A familiar voice, but… impossible.
Quacy froze. He knew that voice, but this voice was cold, full of authority.
He turned his chair slowly.
The footsteps stopped at the other end of the table.
There stood Zelica, her hair perfectly styled. She was wearing a navy blue power dress that wrapped her body perfectly. Reading glasses rested on her nose. Her face was made up subtly but professionally.
She looked at Quacy. There was no hatred in her eyes. No love. Nothing—just the look of a superior at a subordinate.
His mouth opened, but no sound came out.
Zelica sat calmly in the head chair. Seek stood beside her, handing her a tablet. She looked at Quacy and then smiled. The smile didn’t reach her eyes.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Quacy,” she said. Her clear voice filled the room. “I am Zelica Okafor, CEO of Okafor Legacy Holdings LLC.”
She leaned in a little.
“Please begin your presentation. I heard you are very interested in the lands in South Georgia.”
She paused, letting her words sink in. Casually, she continued in a relaxed tone,
“Coincidentally, all the land you covet for your ambitious project belongs to me.”
The silence in the meeting room was so thick that Quacy could hear his own heart beating in his ears.
“A joke. This has to be a joke,” he thought.
But Zelica’s eyes—the eyes that used to look at him with adoration—were now as cold as the marble beneath his feet.
“Zelica…” he managed to say. His voice cracked. “This… this is impossible. Two thousand acres. Okafor Legacy. Where did you get the money?”
Zelica leaned back in her chair, not answering that question. She turned to Seek.
“Mr. Seek, what do you think of the initial proposal from Quacy Constructions, Inc.?”
Seek, who had been silent like a shadow, spoke. His voice was flat and lethal.
“Conceptually ambitious, but financially very weak. Mr. Quacy, your proposal does not include adequate risk analysis, and your profit projections are too optimistic.”
Quacy felt as if he had been doused with ice water. He had come to dazzle a foolish investor. Instead, he was being audited.
“Wait,” he said, trying to control himself. His arrogance started to return, looking for logical explanations. “Ah, I know. Zelica must just be a puppet. This man, Seek, is the one in control. Zelica just got lucky.”
