Den Haag, Netherlands
Engfa Waraha stood at the threshold of yet another demanding 12-hour journey, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. This trip back to Europe was no mere routine visit; it represented a crucial opportunity to reconnect with old allies and dive headfirst into high-stakes negotiations that could reshape the trajectory of her ambitions.
The risks she faced this time were the highest she had ever dared to confront.
Beside her, Tina and Charlotte radiated confidence, their expressions reflecting a blend of determination and anticipation.
They all understood that the "Cleanup" Plan was already in motion, and the gravity of their mission weighed heavily upon them. Engfa could feel the electric energy in the air, a palpable sense of purpose that united them as they prepared to navigate the complexities that lay ahead.
As they approached a lavish restaurant nestled in the heart of the city, the inviting melodies of soft music enveloped them like a warm embrace. A staff member approached, his demeanor professional yet welcoming. "Welcome. May I have your name, please?"
"Engfa Waraha," she replied, her voice steady.
The staff member nodded, gesturing for them to ascend the elegantly curved staircase leading to a private dining room-a secluded haven reserved for the elite.
Engfa had dined here before; she understood the weight and significance of this exclusive venue.
Upon entering the room, Charlotte leaned in, her voice barely a whisper. "Is that them, baby?" Engfa responded with a subtle nod of approval.
Engfa's gaze was drawn to the trio seated at the table, wine glasses cradled in their hands. With a shared look of determination, Tina, Charlotte, and Engfa took their places around the table.
"It's been too long, Engfa," Thomas Armitage greeted her, his smile warm and genuine.
Thomas-her former colleague and a discreet ally-was a family friend whose loyalty she valued deeply. She was here to cash in on the trump card he had offered during her father's funeral. Once a member of a prestigious international law firm, Thomas was now the president of the International Court of Justice (ICJ), wielding influence that could prove invaluable.
His words echoed in her mind: "I'll help you whenever you need international support. I hope it doesn't come to that, but at least it's something I can do as a friend to your father."
"Right, Thomas. Last time we met was at that party in Madrid last year?" Engfa flashed a charming smile, and he nodded, laughter dancing in his eyes.
Just then, Cassandra Hayes caught Engfa's attention. Engaging in lighthearted conversation with Tina, Cassandra's face lit up when she greeted Engfa. "Engfa! So great to see you again!" she beamed, her enthusiasm infectious.
Cassandra, the newly appointed international operations director at Interpol, was a trusted confidante. It was no surprise she and Tina got along so well; they were likely discussing Cassandra's ambitious plans to promote Tina.
Engfa's gaze shifted to yet another familiar face-the striking Selena Grayson, head of the investigations and performance audits division at the Government Accountability Office (GAO) in the U.S.
Selena was her indispensable ally, known for her relentless pursuit of truth and justice. As the leader of a team that audited U.S. government spending, her sharp analytical skills were unrivaled.
"I think we should dive right into the matter at hand, Engfa. What do you say?" Selena suggested, her tone shifting to serious as she redirected the group's focus.
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