"How much longer can we keep doing this?" As we gathered together in his office, the tension in the air thick enough to pierce with a knife, Yemi's voice broke the stillness. Everything was weighing on us like a thunder cloud, ready to burst: my family, his business, and our future. His mouth was clinched in irritation, and his hands were clenched at his sides.
I tried to ignore the whirling panic that had been consuming me for days as I looked into his eyes. Desmond's assault on his firm was more vicious, well-planned, and devastating than we had expected. They were losing customers, losing money, and every small detail of their demise was being covered by the media. With his almost limitless reach, Desmond was no longer only playing games; instead, he was killing everything in his path.
