Lola tightened her grip on the flash drive in her hand, her pulse hammering against her ribs. The room was dimly lit, the glow from her laptop casting eerie shadows on the walls. She had spent the last three hours digging through files—encrypted emails, offshore transactions, and hidden documents—all leading to one undeniable truth.
Desmond had been lying.
And not just small manipulations or business deceptions. This was something deeper, something darker.
Lola’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, her breath uneven. She wasn’t just holding evidence; she was holding a weapon—one that could finally sever Desmond’s grip over Yemi.
The thought sent a shiver down her spine.
Her phone vibrated against the desk.
Yemi.
For a moment, she hesitated. She had planned to tell him everything, to
