The Unspoken Accord
Every instinct screamed trap.
“Nneka,” Mimi said, her tone dipping below freezing.
“I’m so glad I ran into you,” Nneka continued, ignoring the glacial welcome. She leaned in, the phone’s camera lens pointed like an unblinking eye. “Our readers are just desperate for clarity. With all these pregnancy rumors flying around, people are wondering how you’ll manage the immense pressure of the CSIO role. Can you comment? Is there a little heir on the way, and will you be stepping back?”