The meeting did not end badly, but it didn't go anywhere either.
By the time Dayo stepped out of the building, he already understood exactly what had happened inside that room. They had listened, asked controlled questions, nodded in the right places, and said just enough to keep the conversation moving, but nothing had actually shifted. No timeline was set. No responsibility was taken. No one committed to anything concrete. It was the kind of meeting that looked productive if you described it from the outside, but inside it was all positioning.
Sharon walked beside him, her phone in her hand, notifications already stacking again. She didn't interrupt his thoughts. She knew he would run through everything first, not emotionally, but structurally, replaying tone, wording, pauses, what was said and what was avoided.
