The room was quieter than usual, but it wasn't empty. There were still calls coming in, still messages stacking up, still movement around them, but none of it touched him. Dayo sat back in his chair, one arm resting on the armrest, the other loosely holding his phone without looking at it. His gaze wasn't fixed on anything in particular, but it wasn't drifting either. He was thinking, and Sharon could tell the difference.
She stood by the table for a moment, watching him, trying to read where his head was without interrupting too early. The last conversation with Davido had confirmed what they both already suspected, but hearing it directly had changed the weight of it. It wasn't speculation anymore. It was real, structured, and already in motion.
She exhaled slowly, then stepped closer.
"So what now?" she asked, keeping her tone steady.
