"You don’t have to do this, Yemi."
Lola’s voice cut through the silence, soft but firm, as she stood in the doorway of his office. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the doorframe, as if steadying herself for the impact of his words before they even came.
Yemi didn’t look up. He kept his focus on the documents in front of him, flipping a page with calculated indifference. Professional detachment. That was what he needed right now. That was the only way he could survive this without breaking himself in half.
"You’re making it sound like I have a choice." His voice was even, almost emotionless, but Lola wasn’t fooled.
"You do," she said, stepping inside despite the unspoken boundary he had drawn. "You always have a choice."
Yemi finally lifted his gaze, but there was no warmt
