The high-rise rooftop pulsed with music and triumph. Oba's DJ spun Afrobeats as Lagos' elite toasted Riyanah's victory . Amara and Kwame arrived, arms around each other, and the crowd parted.
Riyanah grabbed the mic, voice soaring. "This win's for Naija."
Zara and Aisha danced on tables, flags waving. Kwame spun Amara, the city's lights blurring.
Aisha hugged Amara, grinning. "Market's done. Now let's take over Naija's tech scene."
Riyanah nodded, already plotting. "Need you all on my team."
The night raged – laughter, champagne, Lagos dreams.
Suddenly, Aisha's eyes widened. "Guys, check this."
She showed them a tweet: "The Architect wasn't working alone. Look closer."
The room stilled. Who was The Architect?