Yemi slaps his phone onto the desk with the screen facing me and screams, "I don't believe this," in a voice that is raw with astonishment. His eyes are wild with rage, and his knuckles are white from the power of his grip. I can tell that something has gone horribly wrong without even looking at what's on the screen.
"What took place?" With my heart racing, I approach him gently and inquire in a tremulous voice. The tension between us is nearly oppressive, and the air is dense. Nothing could have prepared me for what I'm about to hear, but I still prepare myself for the worst.
With his eyes riveted on the phone before him, Yemi's jaw tenses. In a low, menacing voice, he murmurs, "Desmond has been digging into more than just you." "I never imagined that I would have to cope with this. Ho
