"You're running out of time, Lola." Desmond's piercing, authoritative voice echoes over the phone. "You have to decide if you want to live through this. "Now."
With my heart thumping in my ears, I grip the phone tightly. The walls seem to be closing in on me, and the weight of the decisions that lie ahead is echoed in every heartbeat. Long after the call is over, Desmond's comments, which are brimming with planned malice, seem to reverberate.
I'm tormented by the idea of betraying Yemi and abandoning everything we've worked so hard to achieve. What other option do I have, though? Because of Desmond's constant attacks, I have less alternatives and fewer allies. This vicious corporate conflict has made my once-unwavering moral compass feel like a flimsy thread.
However, Yemi... Yemi, who
