Yemi murmurs softly, "It’s over," as the remnants of our last conflict with Desmond begin to fall away. There is no celebration, yet my heart continues to rush and my veins are still filled with adrenaline. No triumph. Nothing but quiet.
Desmond has disappeared, just as he had promised. We prevailed. However, did we?
His absence weighs heavily on me—not as a triumph, but as an emptiness. Even though the corporate war we just waged is ended, there is still something that is far more deadly. The reality.
Yemi is standing at the meeting room's edge, gazing out the window. It's too quiet in the metropolis below. Not at all like the craziness we recently got through. I get closer to him, but it feels like I'm treading carefully with each step. "Yemi, you succeeded. You prevailed.
He doesn't
