The moment Lola stepped into Yemi’s office, she felt the tension hanging in the air like an impending storm. Yemi stood by the window, his silhouette outlined against the city lights. His hands were in his pockets, but Lola knew better than to mistake that for calmness. He was simmering, holding something back, and she had a sinking feeling she was about to find out what.
"You wanted to see me?" Lola asked, closing the door behind her.
Yemi turned, his dark eyes locking onto hers, searching, analyzing. "We have a problem."
Lola’s stomach tightened. She had grown accustomed to problems—especially ever since Desmond had tightened his grip on the company. But this was different. Yemi’s voice had an edge to it, something rare, something unsettling.
"What kind of problem?" she asked, keepin
