Chapter 21: The Personal Confrontation
The morning air in Lagos was thick with humidity, carrying the faint scent of rain from the night before. Inside Lawson Holdings, the atmosphere was tense, almost suffocating. Adebola Lawson moved through the marble corridors with precision, every step a reminder that today could mark a turning point. Chinedu was waiting outside the boardroom, his expression unreadable. His fingers drummed lightly on the polished surface of the table, betraying the calm mask he usually wore. “Morning,” he said quietly, handing her the latest briefing. “Morenike’s next move isn’t just about the company—it’s personal. She’s targeting you.” Adebola felt a chill, though her face remained composed. “Then we prepare,” she said, her voice steady. “Everything we’ve built… everything we fight for… must remain in
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