“We need to talk,” Yaw said smoothly, glancing at Tenna. “This is exactly why.”
After he left, Tenna turned to Kofi, heart pounding.
“You know him.”
“Yes,” Kofi admitted.
“And he knows you.”
“Yes.”
Tenna forced the question out. “Who are you really?”
Kofi sat, the candle throwing shadows across his face—familiar and suddenly unfamiliar.
“Yaw Boateng is the COO of Mensah Holdings,” he said. “And I… I was born into that world.”
Silence fell heavy.
“You’re saying you’re rich,” Tenna said carefully.
“I’m saying my name opens doors I no longer want opened,” he replied.
Tenna paced the narrow room. “So what was I to you? A test? An experiment?”
Kofi’s voice tightened. “You were a mirror.”
“I’m not something you study.”
“I know,” he said. “That’s why I stayed longer than I planned.”
Tenna’s chest ached. “You watched me struggle. You let me work until my hands bled.”
“I didn’t let you,” he replied quietly. “I watched you choose yourself.”
“That’s not fair,” she snapped. “You had power the whole time.”
Kofi met her gaze. “Power doesn’t erase wounds. It only hides them.”
That night they slept apart, the space between them heavier than any argument.
Then the attacks started—anonymous messages, watched steps, threats that reached even her brother.
At work, someone offered her an envelope for “discretion.” She refused.
Retaliation followed: access badges failing, supervisors questioning her movements, lies spreading online faster than truth.
Finally, police came to their door.
“Tenna S.A.?” an officer asked.
“Yes,” she replied, stepping forward.
“You’re requested for questioning,” he said, “regarding allegations of attempted extortion.”
She was released the same day. No charge. No apology. Just: “Stay available. This isn’t over.”
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