~Lanre
I stormed into the office, my sunshades shielding my bruised face from prying eyes. I barely heard the greetings of my team, my mind seething with rage and indignation.
"Hey, Lanre!" Nathan's boisterous voice rang out from behind me. "Did you get our message about the meeting at 9 am?"
I turned, glaring at him with hostility. "What do you think?" I growled, gesturing to the black patch on my face. "You think I'm trying to look like a Bond villain?"
"Whoa, easy there, Lanre," Dean interjected, stepping between us with a cautious smile. "We didn't know. But damn, dude, who gave you that shiner?"
"It was Joanna's cousin," I snarled, the memory of Julius' fist slamming into my face still fresh in my mind. "That psycho attacked me in my own house."
"Damn, Lanre, that's crazy," Nath
