Aniya, who once felt on top of the world, now had to sell her authentic bags—and some fakes she just discovered he’d given her—one by one just to survive, back to the obscurity she hated so much.
Two weeks after the seizure, Zelica sat with Seek in the meeting room of her mansion. The mahogany table was now full of blueprints.
“All assets of Quacy Constructions, Inc. have been liquidated,” Seek informed. “His office, his equipment, and the penthouse. Everything is enough to cover the debt of $500,000 plus interest and legal costs.”
“Good,” Zelica said. “What will we do with the penthouse?”
“We can sell it.”
She shook her head.
“No. Sell all the luxury furniture inside. Empty it. Then give the keys to Mr. Zuberi at Heritage Bank. Tell them to give it as a bonus gift to Kofi.”
Seek raised an eyebrow, a little surprised by the touch of cynical humor.
“Kofi the bank teller?”
“Yes. He deserves it. He was the first one to help me.”
“Very well, ma’am. And the 2,000 acres—will we proceed with the luxury development plan?”
Zelica stood up, walking toward the large window, looking at the garden. She remembered her father’s letter.
Build your own kingdom.
“Quacy wanted to build a palace for the rich that people like me could only see from outside the gate,” she said. “I will do the opposite.”
She went back to the table and pointed at the new blueprints.
“I am going to build homes.”
She explained that Okafor Legacy Holdings LLC would use the first 250 acres to build dignified, subsidized housing complete with a school and a small medical center.
“For whom?” Seek asked, now truly interested.
“For the workers in our pecan groves and for the owners of the small suppliers who were almost destroyed by Quacy. They will have priority and special discounts. And the machinery seized from him—we will use it to build those houses,” she said with a faint smile. “It’s poetic justice.”
Seek looked at her with undisguised admiration.
“Not only that,” Zelica added. “On another 25 acres, I want to build the Okafor Center—a training facility for modern agribusiness and small-business management. I want people like my father to have the chance to succeed without having to hide.”
Zelica wasn’t just getting revenge. She was building a legacy.
She was done with Quacy, but the law wasn’t.
