Fame

"Huh!"

"And why will you do that?" the white-haired man asked, concern etching lines across his face.

Joel chuckled, a bitter edge to his laughter. "My old friend, you've got eyes, but can't you see... can't you feel the palpable tension in the air?" He paused, his gaze scanning the grim reality outside the window. "This country is drowning in insecurity, corruption runs deeper than we can fathom. It's a lawless place now. A land that once promised milk and honey for all has become a desert for the poor, and I refuse to be caught up in the storm that's approaching."

A hint of skepticism crept into the white-haired man's voice. "Aren't you overthinking this?"

Joel's eyes bore into his friend's, reflecting a profound sadness and determination. "Well, you can stay and find out, my friend," he replied with a resolve that sent shivers down his companion's spine.

The two old friends continued their conversation, their faces masking the underlying fear, as they stepped out of the dimly lit building and into the harsh reality of a world teetering on the edge of change.

---

Miss Rose was still reeling in shock, her mind racing with questions. How could J Cole afford 500 million naira? If he had access to such wealth, why hadn't he cleared his debt? The unsettling feeling nagged at her until she couldn't keep it in any longer.

She mustered the courage to approach J Cole, who was engrossed in conversation with a stunning lawyer. "Mind if I interrupt?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly. The lawyer, sensing the gravity of the situation, excused herself, leaving them in privacy.

"J Cole, thank you for saving the company again," Miss Rose began, her tone a mix of gratitude and apprehension. "But I need to know the source of your funds. I can't risk my company being seized and investigated the moment we go public tomorrow."

J Cole leaned back, an enigmatic smile on his face. "Come on, Rose," he replied, his hands raised in a placating gesture. "Rest assured, it's just a matter of a young man with a hidden inheritance."

Miss Rose sighed, her doubts still lingering, but she realized that J Cole's secretive nature was part of his charm. "Well, technically, you own half the company now," she said, extending her hand for a handshake. "Let's make history!"

As they shook hands, a sense of partnership and shared destiny filled the room. Within the next five hours, the wheels of change were set in motion. A 32-year-old female manager was assigned to J Cole, and he accepted it with grace. The unveiling video intro of the company's latest signing was filmed, and the organized team ensured its smooth execution.

By evening, J Cole was on his way home in his Range Rover Sport, but little did he know that a threat was lurking in the shadows, targeting him.

[Inheritor is targeted]

Oh, where? The surprised JCole asked.

The screen on his dashboard illuminated, revealing a hummer bus steadily tailing his Range Rover Sport. Jcole's heart raced as he gazed at the ominous image. "Can you hack into their phone? I need to know what's going on inside that car" he asked, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and determination.

[Affirmative]

[Connected]

A rich rustic pidgin's English echoed from the speakers, "Baba! Call boss o, this Jcole of a boy dey enter Orchid Estate for G.R.A, the security there too tight. Tell boss say we no-go fit enter there o."

*Ringg*

The call connected, and a mysterious voice spoke, sending a wave of surprise and familiarity down Jcole's spine. "Quick! Identify that voice," Jcole urged.

[Affirmative]

[100% matched… Tony Dogara]

Jcole couldn't help but chuckle softly. "I thought as much," he whispered to himself. "There's always a repercussion for being merciful to your enemies.

.....

"Boss!" the lanky man in the hummer bus exclaimed, anxiety evident in his voice. "That Jcole boy stays in Orchid Estate in G.R.A. Should we still proceed?"

"Hmm, interesting," Tony Dogara mused, his tone tinged with curiosity. "Miss Rose also lives there. She must be hosting that peasant, Tony Thought. Withdraw!" he commanded. "The venue will have to change to the parking lot at Twilight Studios."

"Rugged man!" Tony called out.

Boss, Rugged man answered, his voice revealing a mixture of respect and determination.

"Do not disappoint me," Tony emphasized, a hint of sternness underlying his words.

Meanwhile, in Orchid Estate, within the garage in Rosaline's villa, Jcole sat in his car, listening to the whole proceedings. A sense of anticipation filled the air. "Finally, I can test my martial art moves," he thought, his excitement mingling with a touch of nervousness.

....

"As the sun's first rays pierced the horizon, marking the dawn of a new day, the gentle morning breeze carried a sense of hope and renewal to LasGidi. The world was bathed in a warm, golden light, and the city stirred to life with an air of anticipation. But amidst this tranquil backdrop, an electrifying piece of news burst forth, taking everyone by surprise: Twilight Studios had just inked a deal with a new artist. However, it wasn't the mere signing that set hearts aflutter.

A short clip of J Cole, the studio's latest sensation, poured through the speakers like liquid gold. His voice, laden with raw emotion, resonated with a power that could awaken dormant spirits. Social media erupted like a volcano, and the Twilight Studios page was inundated with inquiries:

- "Who is this enigmatic artist? When can we bask in his debut?"

- Compliments flooded in from every direction:

- "He's more than dreamy; he's a musical siren."

- "His voice is electrifying."

- "Let me be your baby mama."."

- "Let me be the mother of your melodies."

Within hours, the Twilight Studios' follower count skyrocketed, as if drawn by a magnetic force. The world yearned to witness the birth of a new musical legend.

Amidst the virtual frenzy, J Cole, the source of this early morning uproar, was blissfully immersed in his workout at the private gym. With each drop of sweat, his heart danced to the rhythm of anticipation and achievement, the promise of a thrilling journey ahead."