Adrian's POV
Monday morning I called the Lagos office at seven.
The manager there was a man named Chidi Okafor — no relation to Lena's mentor, different spelling — who had been running the office for four years on a budget my father kept deliberately tight. He picked up on the second ring and I told him directly what was happening, the timeline, the severance structure, and what I was doing to make sure each person landed somewhere useful.
He was quiet for a moment.
Then he said, "I appreciate you calling yourself."
"It was the least I could do."
"No," he said. "The least you could do was have someone send an email. This is more than that."
We talked for forty minutes. By the end he had three questions about the severance calculations and I had answers to two of them and a commitmen
