The office was quiet when Dayo opened the files.
It was just past seven in the morning. The building was still empty, the hallways dark, the only sound the low hum of the ventilation system that never fully slept. He had come in early deliberately, needing the solitude, needing the space to think without the weight of other people's expectations pressing against his concentration.
Sharon had forwarded the package late last night. A folder of video files from Lagos, sent by Sheun with a subject line that contained no words, just an emoji of a microphone. Dayo had resisted opening them until now. He had learned long ago that important decisions required a clear mind, and his mind had been anything but clear in recent weeks.
He poured water into a glass and sat down at his desk. The laptop screen glowed against the dim room. He clicked the first file.
