Amara's grip on Kwame's hand tightened. "We need to move. Now."
They sped towards Eko Atlantic, Lagos' neon lights blurring. Kwame's phone pinged – Echo's message: "Market agents en route. Be careful."
Amara's eyes flashed determination. "Split up. You protect Riyanah, I'll find Zara."
Kwame nodded. "Text me location."
They arrived at the summit – tech moguls, politicians, and The Market's players. Amara slipped into the crowd, eyes scanning for Zara
Kwame reached Riyanah's session. "Ms. Riyanah, we need to –"
A suit blocked him. "Who's asking?"
Amara texted: "Zara's in the east wing!"
Kwame pushed past the suit. "Tell Riyanah to move."
The east wing was chaos. Amara dodged agents. Where's Zara?
Suddenly, a hand clamped over her mouth...