Yaw arrived back in Kumasi, a city that still held the memories of his past struggles and the dark plots against him. As he stepped out of the taxi at the entrance of Scholar Real Estate, the sprawling agency under Scholar Group, he was immediately met with disdain. The real estate agency was a towering structure, known for dealing only with the wealthy elite. The air was thick with the scent of freshly brewed tea, which was always available for potential clients—a lure for the rich and a magnet for the opportunistic poor who came only for the free drink.
The security guard, a burly man with a stern face, glanced at Yaw’s simple attire and the taxi he arrived in. He smirked, blocking Yaw’s path.
“Hey, young man, where do you think you’re going? This isn’t some tea party for beggars. Go back where you came from.”
Yaw calmly responded, “I’m here to buy a mansion.”
Chapter Fourteen: The Sixth Card
Yaw stepped out of the taxi, his expression unreadable as he gazed up at the sleek, glass-covered structure of Scholar Real Estate, a towering monument to modern architecture and opulence. The building’s facade reflected the bright Kumasi sky, gleaming like a jewel amidst the city’s landscape. But Yaw’s eyes weren’t on the structure; they were on the memories this place held—the twisted web of deceit and betrayal that lay beneath its polished exterior.
As he walked towards the entrance, the sight of Yaw emerging from a simple taxi drew the attention of the security guard stationed at the door. The guard, a burly man with a thick mustache and a scowl to match, eyed Yaw suspiciously. His gaze swept over Yaw’s plain, unassuming clothing and his youthful face, a sneer forming on his lips.
“Where do you think you’re going?” the guard demanded, stepping in front of Yaw, blocking his path.
Yaw met the guard’s eyes calmly. “I’m here to buy a mansion.”
The guard let out a bark of laughter, his voice echoing in the open-air foyer. “You? Buy a mansion? Look at you! This isn’t a place for window-shoppers or beggars. You can’t even afford to breathe the air in here, let alone buy property.”
Yaw remained unfazed. “I’m not here to waste time. I’m here to buy.”
The guard’s laughter grew louder, attracting the attention of a few customers and staff inside. “Get out of here before I throw you out myself. We don’t serve people like you.”
Yaw was about to turn and leave, a slight smile playing on his lips, when suddenly a sleek, black limousine pulled up. The door swung open, and out stepped a man in a sharp suit, flanked by two well-dressed assistants. It was the CEO of Scholar Real Estate himself, Mr. Mensah, who happened to be visiting the branch for an inspection. His eyes fell on Yaw, and something about the young man’s demeanor caught his attention.
“What’s going on here?” Mr. Mensah asked the security guard, his tone authoritative.
The guard quickly explained, “This kid claims he’s here to buy a mansion, but I’m sure he’s just here for the free tea. I was about to throw him out.”
Mr. Mensah’s eyes narrowed as he studied Yaw. He noticed the calm confidence in the boy’s stance, a trait he had seen in only the most powerful individuals. Without a word, he gestured for Yaw to follow him inside. The guard, now confused and slightly fearful, stepped aside.
Inside the grand lobby, Yaw was greeted with cold indifference by the staff. Despite the luxurious surroundings—marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and plush seating—no one paid him any attention. Most of the agents were busy attending to an imposing figure seated at one of the desks: the Regional Police Commander. He was reviewing the flyers laid out before him, each depicting the various mansions available from Block F to Block A.
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Block A was the crown jewel of the estate—an exclusive, gated community with just 50 villas, each more luxurious than the last. Villa A01, the most expensive and opulent of them all, was a masterpiece of architecture and technology, complete with expansive grounds, a state-of-the-art security system, a private helipad, and interiors that rivaled the grandest of palaces. It had been on the market for years, untouched due to its exorbitant price.
The Regional Police Commander was eyeing Villa A10, a stunning property priced at $20 million. As much as he desired it, the price was daunting. He stepped away to make a call, his voice low and desperate as he reached out to Mr. Akrobeto.
“Mr. Akrobeto, it’s been a while. Remember the favor I did for you seven years ago? I need your help now. I’m at Scholar Real Estate trying to buy Villa A10, but it’s too expensive. Can you pull some strings for me? I’ve already told everyone I’m getting this place—I can’t go back empty-handed.”
On the other end of the line, Mr. Akrobeto’s face twisted in irritation at the mention of Yaw’s escape years ago. Reluctantly, he agreed to give the Commander a 50% discount, knowing he couldn’t refuse without raising suspicions.
Yaw, his heightened senses keenly aware of his surroundings, listened intently.
Yaw’s eyes narrowed at the mention of Akrobeto and the favor. He knew then that the conspiracy surrounding him was deeper and more insidious than he had imagined. His expression hardened as he silently committed the conversation to memory.
The Commander returned to the sales agent, who was now speaking with Mr. Mensah. The CEO relayed the discount approval to the salesgirl standing by.
Yaw decided it was time to act. He approached the salesgirl, who was busy at her desk and initially ignored him. When he spoke, she looked up with an irritated expression.
“Yes? What do you want?” she asked, her tone dismissive.
“I’d like to purchase Villa A01,” Yaw said, his voice calm but firm.
The girl’s eyes widened in surprise before she burst into uncontrollable laughter. “You? Buy Villa A01? Are you out of your mind? Do you even know how much that costs?”
Yaw remained undeterred. “I’m in a hurry,” he said, reaching into his pocket. With a swift motion, he pulled out a card—sleek, black, with a single diamond at its center. He tossed it onto the desk, the card landing with a soft thud.
The girl’s laughter died in her throat as she picked up the card, her brow furrowing in confusion. She had never seen anything like it before.
“What kind of joke is this?” she muttered, flipping the card over in her hands.
But as she held it up to the light, the Regional Police Commander caught a glimpse of the card’s design. His face turned ashen, and his eyes widened in shock. He recognized the card immediately—the sixth world card, a Black Diamond Card. Only five others existed, each held by the world’s most powerful nations. The sixth card was a mystery, known only to those at the highest levels of global power. The President himself had warned his officials about the card’s holder—a figure of unimaginable influence and danger.
The Commander’s heart raced as he connected the dots. The young man before him, seemingly ordinary, was the holder of the sixth card. He felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead as he realized the gravity of the situation.
Without warning, the Commander strode forward and slapped the salesgirl across the face, sending her sprawling to the floor. The entire room fell silent, the shock of the act hanging in the air.
“Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?” the Commander snarled at the girl. “Process that card immediately!”
The girl scrambled to her feet, her hands shaking as she hurried to comply. Yaw watched the scene with an impassive expression, though he noted the recognition with mild annoyance. He knew he had to be more careful with the use of the card to avoid unnecessary attention.
The payment went through without a hitch, Yaw entering his code with a practiced hand. The room was now filled with an uneasy tension as everyone realized that the young man before them was anything but ordinary. The salesgirl handed back the card with trembling hands, her eyes wide with fear and awe.
The Regional Police Commander, struggling to maintain his composure, approached Yaw with a forced smile. “Sir, if there’s anything else you need, anything at all, please don’t hesitate to ask. I’m at your service.”
Yaw looked at him, his gaze cold and unyielding. “Don’t worry. I’ll visit you personally soon,” he said, his tone carrying a weight of unspoken meaning. The Commander’s smile faltered, the words sending a shiver down his spine. “I… I look forward to it, sir.”
Yaw turned and walked out of the building, the weight of his presence lingering long after he had gone.