Novels by Hamzah Omolara

Lawrence called Volkov at eight in the morning and delivered his decision without preamble."I'm not doing it," he said.Silence stretched across the line, and then Volkov spoke in that measured voice that always carried the weight of calculation. "You're refusing the counterattack plan.""Yes.""May I ask why?"Lawrence drew a slow breath and felt the cool air of his office settle in his lungs. "Because I didn't survive my father's legacy just to turn into him. If I destroy The Assembly's wealth using his methods, I prove Drayton right—that the powerful can crush whoever they want and walk away clean.""So you'll let them crush you instead?""I'll defend LanceCorp with legitimate legal action and straightforward business decisions, even when those paths are slower and less certain."Volkov stayed quiet for seve

Dmitri Volkov called at seven in the morning, three days after The Assembly delivered their first devastating strike."You're losing," Volkov said without any greeting. "Badly."Lawrence had been awake all night going over financial projections, and he could not pretend otherwise. "I'm aware.""Then you need to change strategy because fighting defensively against Drayton is suicide. He controls the battlefield, the timing, and the tempo of every attack, so you're always reacting and never acting.""What do you suggest?""Meet me in one hour at my compound, and come alone or with Kent but no one else."Volkov hung up before Lawrence could answer.Erik insisted on driving and brought two security personnel who stayed outside while Lawrence and Kent walked into Volkov's compound. The Russian oligarch waited in his study, a room where dark wo

The attack struck at exactly nine in the morning on a Tuesday, and the world Lawrence had built began to unravel in perfect, synchronized silence.He sat with Kent reviewing the latest from Sebastian when the phones erupted together—his mobile first, then Kent's, then the office line—all vibrating and ringing as though someone had pulled a single trigger. Kent grabbed his phone and answered while Lawrence watched the color drain from his deputy's face. "When did this start? And how much evidence do they actually have?"Lawrence lifted his own phone. Victoria Ashford's voice came through sharp and unsteady. "Lawrence, Rothschild Industries terminated our partnership ten minutes ago. They're citing contract violations, breach of terms, and they say they have documentation.""What kind of documentation?" he asked, already knowing the answer would hurt."Forged emails that look like they came from our procurement team—price-fixing agreements, kickback schemes. Everything is fabricated, bu

Erik's security team methodically swept the conference room at the Hotel Royal in Geneva, and after twenty minutes, they confirmed the space was secure with no hidden devices, no weapons, and no surveillance equipment of any kind.When Lawrence walked in, he found Sebastian already seated at the long table. His face had grown gaunt with sharp hollows under the cheekbones, dark shadows circled his eyes from lack of sleep, and when he reached for the water pitcher, his hands shook noticeably while he poured a glass, the expensive suit hanging loosely on his body that had clearly lost weight."Mr. Stiff," Sebastian said as he rose to his feet."Mr. Cross." Lawrence took his seat without offering a handshake, and Erik moved quietly to stand near the door.Sebastian settled back into his chair, and Lawrence could not help noticing the tremor return to those hands as they rested on the table."Thank you for agreeing to meet," Sebastian started after a brief pause."Kent told me you claimed

Sebastian Cross sat alone in his office as the stock ticker scrolled across the screens in relentless red, each tick marking another drop. The numbers had fallen another eight percent today, bringing the total loss to forty-seven percent over the past three weeks, and he could feel the weight of that figure pressing against his ribs.His phone kept vibrating on the desk with incoming calls and messages from investors demanding explanations, board members pressing for updates, and journalists hunting for quotes about the collapse, but he left the device untouched because answering any of them would only worsen the situation."Mr. Cross?" His assistant's voice came through the intercom, careful and hesitant. "The board is insisting on an emergency meeting, and they're starting to talk about—""Tell them I'm unavailable," Sebastian replied, and he even heard how empty the words sounded.."Sir, they're discussing a vote of no confidence right now.""Let them vote." He spoke quietly becaus

Lawrence's plane touched down in Zurich at eleven PM, and the moment the cabin door opened, cold night air carried the faint metallic scent of rain on tarmac and jet fuel. He walked straight from the aircraft to the waiting car, then rode in silence through the quiet streets to LanceCorp headquarters, where lights still burned on the upper floors. Kent was already there in the executive suite, two steaming mugs of coffee on the desk and deep lines of worry carved across his forehead."How bad is it?" Kent asked as Lawrence stepped inside."Worse than I thought," Lawrence answered while he dropped into his chair, feeling the leather creak under his weight. "He is not just angry. He believes he is right, and that makes him far more dangerous."Kent poured coffee into both mugs without asking if Lawrence wanted any, because he knew the answer already. "What did he offer you?""He wants me to join The Assembly and use LanceCorp's resources to provide restitution to everyone my father dest