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Chapter 42

Author: KC Mmuoe
last update publish date: 2026-04-01 03:31:59

Chapter 42

Maya

The hum of the Gulfstream G650’s engines was a low-frequency vibration that settled into my bones, a stark contrast to the high-pitched adrenaline of the gala. Outside the scratched oval of the window, the Gauteng lights were fading into the vast, dark expanse of the Free State. Somewhere down there, life was simple measured in hectares and rainfall but up here, in the pressurized cabin of the Rossi-Zurri private jet, life was measured in damage control and NDAs.

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    RyanThe air in Cape Town is different. It’s sharper, salted by the Atlantic and cooled by the shadow of the mountain. As we stepped off the jet and onto the private apron, the humidity of Johannesburg felt like a distant, feverish dream.I watched Maya walk ahead of me toward the waiting SUV. Even after a cross-country flight and a near-collapse of our entire social structure, she moved with a terrifying grace. Her black blazer was crisp, her heels clicking against the asphalt with a rhythmic authority.She was already on her phone, likely coordinating with the Falcons' social media team for the eight a.m. announcement.I followed her into the back of the car, the leather cool against my legs."You're going straight to the stadium?""I have to," she said, her eyes fixed on her screen."The board members are already texting. They saw the news of the 'police activity' at the gala. I need to get ahead of the 'Rossi-Zurri Scandal' headline before the morning papers hit the stands."I lea

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