The rain pounded against the windows, streaking the glass with silver lines as Lola sat in the dimly lit study, fingers gripping the edge of her chair. The room smelled of polished wood and old books, an illusion of stability in a world that was rapidly unraveling. Across from her, Desmond leaned back with an air of practiced indifference, his smirk barely masking the sharp calculation in his eyes.
"You seem tense," Desmond observed, swirling the whiskey in his glass. "I assume Yemi still doesn’t know you’re here?"
Lola’s nails dug into the soft leather of the chair’s armrest. "I told you, this isn't about keeping secrets. I came here because I needed answers."
Desmond tilted his head, amusement flickering across his face. "That’s an interesting way to phrase it. The truth, Lola, is tha
