CONTROL

Jide pulled up to the grand gates of the Momoh mansion in his sleek black Cadillac. The morning sun gleamed off the polished surface of the car, a stark contrast to the turmoil he felt inside. The guard at the gate stepped forward, motioning for him to roll down his window.

“Good morning, sir. Who are you here to see?”

“Christine Momoh,” Jide replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

The guard nodded and reached for the intercom, placing a call to the house. Christine’s voice came through moments later, cool and measured.

“Yes?”

“There’s a Jide here to see you,” the guard said.

There was a pause. Jide held his breath.

“Let him in.”

The heavy gates swung open with a metallic groan, and Jide drove through, following the winding driveway that led to the visitor parking lot. The estate was as grand as he’d remembered—manicured lawns, a fountain centerpiece, and the imposing mansion at the heart of it all.