My husband put me out and kept all my assets just to hand them over to his mistress. All I have left is a worn-out debit card my father left me. I thought the balance was zero, but it ended up making the bank manager tremble with fear.

“Debt?”

Mr. Zuberi let out a nervous chuckle.

“No, ma’am. Far from it.”

He turned his computer monitor toward Zelica. Kofi, who was standing in the room, pointed at the screen, holding his breath.

“Ma’am, look at this quickly.”

The screen didn’t show a balance in dollars. The screen showed an ownership structure diagram.

“Ma’am,” Mr. Zuberi said, his voice low with astonishment, “this account is not a normal savings account. This is a master account connected to a limited liability company—a corporation.”

“A corporation?” Zelica frowned.

“Yes. An LLC, correct. Called Okafor Legacy Holdings LLC. This company was founded by your father, Tendai Okafor, in 1998 and was left inactive exactly twenty years ago.”

“But my father was just a tobacco salesman.”

“That is what he wanted people to know, ma’am,” Mr. Zuberi interrupted gently. “Your father… it seems he wasn’t just a salesman. He was a land broker. A genius one at that.”