Kola Adeyemi hated unfinished business.
He stood in his Lagos office, phone pressed to his ear, jaw tight with irritation. "You told me she was under control."
"She is," the voice on the other end replied. "She's close."
Kola smiled coldly. "Close is not enough. I want results."
When the call ended, Kola poured himself a drink and stared out the window.
Amara Okoye had been useful once. Smart. Loyal. Desperate.
But women who fall in love stop being useful.
Back in Abuja, Amara jolted awake from sleep, breath shallow, sweat clinging to her skin. Her phone buzzed.
UNKNOWN NUMBER
Remember why you're there.
Her hands trembled.
She deleted the message, but the words stayed.
She had not gone to Darius by accident.
And soon, she would be asked to pro