Michael sat in his office, a faint grin on his face. For the past few weeks, everything had gone his way. Dayo had been pushed to the edge — dragged through scandal after scandal — yet he still refused to speak. Any other artist would have cracked by now, but Dayo remained silent. It was irritating, but also impressive.
Michael leaned back and exhaled slowly. "Stubborn kid," he muttered under his breath. "You really think you can survive this long in my world?"
He picked up his phone. "Clara, come in."
Moments later, Clara entered the office, holding a small tablet. "Yes, sir."
Michael watched her quietly before asking, "How's everything going on the Dayo situation?"
Clara was caught off guard a bit as this past week has been he happiest she had seen her boss, but she found out it was because Dayo had been a thorn in his side. He had been handled, she couldn't help but praise Dayo a bit for making a whole overload of the music industry worry, and happy for leaving the industry.
