Chapter 122 born of passion

Over the next few weeks, Mariama and Oscar worked tirelessly to exploit the information she had gathered. They disrupted shipments, exposed corrupt officials, and slowly but surely began to chip away at Agamemnon's empire. With each successful operation, Mariama felt a growing sense of exhilaration. She and Oscar worked seamlessly together, anticipating each other's moves and covering each other's weaknesses. It was intoxicating, reminiscent of their early days together, before everything had fallen apart. One evening, after a particularly successful raid on one of Agamemnon's warehouses, Mariama found herself alone with Oscar in his study. The air was thick with tension and unspoken words. Oscar poured them both a generous measure of whiskey, his eyes never leaving her face. "We make a hell of a team, don't we?" he said, his voice low and husky. Mariama accepted the glass, their fingers brushing. She felt a jolt of electricity at the contact. "We always did," she admitted softly.