Chapter 15: The Iron CEO
Liam's office on the 40th floor of Sterling Towers was a fortress of glass and steel. He didn't just run a company; he commanded an empire. His reputation in the Nigerian business world was that of a "Ghost Shark"—he moved silently, struck decisively, and never left money on the table. When it came to government contracts or international mergers, Liam was a master of the long game. He could sit in a boardroom for twelve hours without blinking, dismantling an opponent's argument with a single, dryly delivered statistic. He didn't believe in luck; he believed in leverage.
His daily routine was a clockwork of efficiency. Meetings began at 7:00 AM sharp, and anyone thirty seconds late was barred from entry. He had no patience for excuses. To Liam, a contract was a sacred bond of logic, and he expected the world to operate with the same cold predictability. He had recently closed a multi-billion Naira infrastructure deal that had the entire continent talking, yet he felt no rush of adrenaline. Success had become a baseline, a repetitive rhythm that lacked a melody. He was powerful, respected, and feared, but as he stared at the glowing monitors of his desk, he realized he was also profoundly bored. The only thing that disrupted his equilibrium was his father's constant meddling in his personal life, a ghost from the past trying to dictate a future Liam wasn't sure he wanted.