"Lola, you have been deceiving me."
I felt like I was slapped across the face by the words. I stand in Yemi's office doorway and freeze. My cheeks start to get hot, and my stomach flips over. I was surprised by how composed and in control his voice was. His words aren't deafening; it's the stillness between us.
"I—what?" The knot in my throat tightens as I manage to croak.
Yemi used to have warm, trusting eyes, but now they are hard and unreadable. He seems to be holding himself together physically as he reclines in his chair with his hands clasped together. Never before has the distance between us seemed so great.
"Lola, I am aware of your actions. I've seen the mails and the meetings. Desmond. He and you have been meeting behind my back. You've been promising him all these things. Do
