In a presidential suite of the most luxurious five-star hotel in Grayvale, Elijah lay on a bed with his arms wrapped around two beautiful women.

He radiated confidence and was utterly pleased with himself.

Suddenly, his phone rang. One of the ladies gently placed the phone next to his ear.

“Mr. Elijah, the arrangements have been made by Miss Amara. Grayvale’s business magnates and heads of local factions are waiting for you,” came a voice from the line.

“Let them wait,” Elijah replied nonchalantly.

He held onto the two women with a sly smile playing on his lips.

“So, this is the allure of power…”

There was a time when Elijah was just a nobody and had scraped by in the slums. Years of climbing from the very bottom had only earned him the status of a petty gang leader.

After enduring years of hardship, wealth and luxury felt intoxicating.

With just a single command, he could summon scores of subordinates. His every step was accompanied by admiration and respect