POOR WAITRESS FED A HOMELESS MAN EVERY DAY—UNTIL ONE EVENING, A BILLIONAIRE KNOCKED ON HER DOOR… The first black SUV rolled into the dusty compound like it owned the place. Then another. Then a third. Conversations stopped. Felicity Brown froze inside her tiny one-room apartment, one hand gripping the thin curtain she used as a door. The air still smelled of pepper and smoke from the jollof rice she had just shared. Her black-and-white waitress uniform clung to her after a long shift. Sweat dott