Yemi stared at his phone, Lola’s name flashing on the screen for the third time that evening. He let it ring until it stopped. Then silence. Then another message. He didn’t open it.
Instead, he leaned back in the leather chair in his home office, staring at the city skyline outside his window. His world, once steady, had started to shift beneath his feet.
He had spent the last twenty-four hours reviewing the files Lola had given him about Charles. The betrayal was clear. The numbers, the falsified reports—Charles had been siphoning money, and not in small amounts. The implications of it all burned in his chest like acid.
But it wasn’t just Charles.
It was Desmond.
And it was Lola.
Two voices whispering opposite things in his ear. Two forces pulling him in different directions.
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