Lola barely had time to process the weight of Yemi’s departure before the cracks in everything she had built began to show. The next morning, she walked into the office with a steel spine, prepared to fight, but something in the air had shifted. People whispered in hushed tones, glancing her way before quickly looking away. Conversations fell silent when she stepped into a room. It was subtle—too subtle for it to be a coincidence.
Desmond was moving.
She felt it before she had any proof.
Her suspicions were confirmed when she stepped into her office and saw Yemi already sitting there, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
"You don’t knock anymore?" Lola said, keeping her voice light despite the tension coiling in her chest.
Yemi didn’t smile. "We need to talk."
Lola shut the door behi
