The calls started before the room had fully settled into silence again. Sharon didn't wait for the moment to stretch too long because she understood what came next was not something you delayed. Once Dayo made a decision, hesitation was the only real risk left, and she wasn't going to be the reason anything slowed down.
She stood by the table with her tablet in hand, scrolling through contacts she had already filtered earlier, names she knew carried weight but were not locked into the same tight structures as the artists they had just dealt with. These were people who understood sound deeply, people who had shaped records from behind the scenes, people who moved in the industry without always being visible at the center of it.
She glanced once at Dayo.
He hadn't moved much. Still seated, still calm, watching without interfering. That alone told her everything was in control. He wasn't micromanaging this. He trusted the execution.
