Her words landed like a slap.
Obinna froze.
She saw it in his eyes, that flicker of recognition. Because deep down, he knew it was true. He had enforced the punishment, not her. But of course, he couldn't admit that. His pride was too big, too loud. It wouldn't let him retreat even an inch.
So he didn't respond to her accusation. Not directly. Instead, he changed the subject with the grace of a politician avoiding scandal.
"Anyway," he began, his tone cooler now, "you haven't given me any feedback on the work I assigned you."
Nnenna blinked, thrown by the sudden shift.
"I've waited for months, months, and nothing. Not a word. You must've finished it by now. So why haven't you brought it back to me?"
"What work?" she asked honestly, trying to remember.
Obinna's brow twitched. "What do you mean 'what work'? The computer I gave you. The files you were supposed to work on. Don't tell me you haven't even started."
Nnenna felt her chest tighten.
This is it.
