"You have no idea what you’re playing with, Lola," Yemi’s voice was low, almost dangerous, as he leaned against the edge of her desk, his eyes locked on hers. "Desmond is tightening his grip. The more you push, the more dangerous this game becomes."
Lola kept her expression neutral, though her fingers curled slightly on the edge of the folder she had just placed on the desk between them. She had expected this confrontation with Yemi sooner or later, but not so soon after the latest board meeting, where she had openly challenged Desmond’s growing influence. She had seen something shift in Yemi’s gaze that day—not just frustration, but something deeper, something dangerously close to uncertainty.
"You think I don’t know that?" Lola said, tilting her chin up. "I see the way Desmond operates
