But he did not.
Instead, he simply stared at her.
Silent.
Observing.
The weight of his gaze was intense, piercing, unreadable.
Seconds stretched.
It felt like he was looking right through her.
The air grew thick with unspoken words.
Then, at last, after what felt like an eternity, he gestured to the seat across from him.
"Sit down," he said, his tone calm but firm.
Nnenna hesitated for the briefest second.
She did not want to sit.
Something about this moment felt… off.
But refusing was not exactly an option, was it?
So, reluctantly, she walked forward and sat down.
Her back straight.
Her hands resting lightly in her lap.
Her heart pounding.
The man leaned back slightly in his chair, still watching her with that same unreadable expression.
