"You believe that you can enter here and take everything?" Yemi's piercing voice breaks through the boardroom's tension. His jaw is fixed in that resolute manner I am all too familiar with, and his hands are balled into fists. However, there's a darker, more desperate look in his eyes these days.
On the other side of the room, Desmond stands with his hands lightly in his suit pockets and an almost too-calm manner. He seemed to be relishing this, as if he were relishing the impending conflict.
"Are you sure I'm only here to take what's yours?" Desmond has a low voice that has a hint of threat. "Yemi, I'm here because you gave me no other option. I reached this stage because of you. It's you who has been too distracted and reckless with your empire. You are now bearing the consequences of
