The Unspoken Accord
The Night of the Hideaway
William’s private hideaway was nothing like the shimmering, guarded corporate tower they had just left. It was a sleek, minimalist house perched on a quiet stretch of coastline outside Lagos, built of dark wood and glass. It was designed to disappear into the landscape, a sanctuary dedicated not to power, but to solitude.
They arrived after a long, silent drive, the sound of the Atlantic ocean immediately replacing the city’s omnipresent hum. William led Mimi inside, flipping on soft, indirect lights that chased the shadows from the vast, open-plan living area.