At around 1:30 AM, he parked his flashy white Benz in front of a big club, struggling to find a parking spot since it was Friday and many people were heading to the club for the weekend. The parking area was so crowded that it resembled a village, making it hard to find space among the cars. After finally finding a spot, he turned off the car and stepped out. He was a handsome young man, around 34-35 years old, dressed in designer jeans and a nice shirt. He locked the car and started walking while checking his phone for a message. As he approached the entrance, he noticed four security guards with guns and black uniforms who immediately recognized him and greeted him. "Welcome sir," they said, and he nodded in acknowledgment as he entered. The security door spoke, "Welcome, your access card please." He sighed and reached into his pocket, hoping he hadn't forgotten it in the car. Luckily, he found the card and presented it to the door, which acknowledged it and opened, allowing him to enter. Inside was a sophisticated club that felt like it was in a foreign country, with no Nigerian elements. The atmosphere was lively, with women dancing on stage, and people enjoying themselves, spraying dollars around. There were drinkers and cocaine users, and customized drinks being served to those who ordered. Unique shisha flavors were available, and vaping was also popular. Upon entering, it was clear that money was being spent freely, with security personnel stationed in various corners, appearing as if they were statues. He took the lift to the second floor and approached an office where two security guards stood. He asked, "Is Pablo inside?" They respectfully replied, "Yes sir, he is inside." He opened the door without knocking. The office was extravagant, resembling that of a president, with a cold air conditioning system. A handsome man sat at the desk, wearing an Armani white shirt and shorts that reached his knees, with long white Nike socks and black customized Dior sandals. He was focused on his MacBook, typing rapidly without looking up. The newcomer took a seat facing him, observing him as if he were seeing something extraordinary. He noticed the man's long, well-groomed fingers typing away, and Pablo had long, beautiful fingers that matched his tall stature. His skin was a deep black, and he had the physique that every woman dreams of, with broad shoulders and visible abs, clearly a product of rigorous gym workouts. His lips were a striking pink, and his face had a distinct look with a long nose. He had large white eyes and thick black eyebrows, with well-groomed hair that shone beautifully. One ear had a small gold circular earring. The observer was amazed, thinking that if Maheer were a woman, young men would line up from her house to the street, as he had an extraordinary charm and presence.