Ayo looked out of the large window in Yemi's fancy office, seeing Lagos City shining under the afternoon sun. Inside, there was a feeling of tension he never felt at Eki's small and new design company. Marble floors are shiny, polished furniture shows clear reflections, and Yemi wearing a perfectly fitting suit makes a feeling of cold efficiency.
"So, Ayo," Yemi's voice, smooth like glass that has been polished so carefully, broke the silence. "Did you think about my offer?"
Ayo moved uneasily in his chair. He still remembered well how Eki had spoken with a lot of excitement about their new project, which Yemi softly called 'unrealistic.' Yet, the allure of Yemi's prestigious firm, the promise of financial security, was undeniable.
"It is... a tempting offer," Ayo admitted, his voice no
