The rain in Lagos didn’t drift down in a fine, misty haze like it did in Seattle; it hit the floor-to-ceiling windows of the EML Operations Center in absolute, deafening sheets. Outside, the night sky over Victoria Island was split by jagged forks of tropical lightning, illuminating the dark expanse of the Atlantic Ocean just beyond the coastal shipping lanes.
Inside, the atmosphere was white-hot.
"Are you completely insane, Sarah?!"
Tunde, my chief of logistics in Nigeria, slammed both hands onto the sleek boardroom table, his face illuminated by the harsh blue glare of twenty different monitor screens. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, his tie loosened, his forehead slick with sweat despite the blast of the commercial air conditioning units.
"We are an international fashion supply ch
