The Lagos skyline glimmered in the early dawn, but inside Lawson Holdings, the air was thick with tension. Adebola Lawson walked through the corridors with precise steps, every motion calculated, every thought focused. Morenike’s latest moves had crossed from corporate sabotage into personal attacks, and Adebola could feel the storm approaching. Chinedu met her outside the boardroom, his usual calm demeanor slightly strained. “Morning,” he said quietly, handing her a stack of documents. “Morenike’s escalation isn’t subtle this time. She’s gone personal. Some of the leaks now suggest improprieties tied directly to you—your judgment, your decisions, even your personal integrity.” Adebola’s jaw tightened. She scanned the documents, each one crafted with the intent to wound, to question her

