"Is this it? Will this be the end of us? As I gaze across the conference table, where Yemi's once-confident visage now appears to have been hollowed out by months of this conflict we've been entangled in, my voice falters. Now that Desmond's last move is on the table, there is no escaping it.
With his eyes bloodshot from restless nights, Yemi wipes his face. "Lola, it's not over. Not quite yet. But he is betrayed by the skepticism in his voice. I can sense it—the heaviness in the air between us, the fatigue in his stance. Everything is at stake, including his empire and the life we have created.
"But everything’s crumbling," I utter, the truth pressing down on me like a stone. "How do we fight something we can’t even see coming?"
Yemi narrows her eyes resolutely and leans forward. "We a
