Emma couldn't help but marvel at the elegant decor in Omolade's office when she pushed the door open. She immediately made a mental note to ask Leo if it would be possible for her to decorate and personalize her own office space exactly the way Omolade did with hers. It was grand, spacious, and bright. Beautifully themed in red and white, with modern curvy furniture.
She would have loved to linger and enjoy the beauty of the office but couldn't when she stepped on the shattered remains of the intercom, table clock, and pen holder that littered the floor. She rushed towards where her sister was seated with her head on her desk. Emma couldn't see her face but she could hear the painful sound of her cry.
"Hey, sis!... Are you okay?" Emma asked softly with concern. " Are you good?"