The week passed quietly.
Well, quiet by Dayo's standards.
The hype hadn't vanished, but it had finally slowed down. His face was still everywhere, his name still circulating daily, but it no longer felt like the overwhelming flood from before. The internet had moved from shock to acceptance. Dayo had become normal news—dangerous territory for anyone who thrived on momentum.
And there were still a lot of companies that were reaching out to him to come and endorse. Still, due to time and most especially other celebrities and influencers, Dayo chose to stop after all; he didn't need the money; he made more than 200 million dollars due to the endorsement, and that was enough. He didn't want to monopolize the market and leave nothing for anyone.
Well, at least that was Dayo's thought, and now that he had done everything that needed his utmost attention.
Now, it was time to do what he had been stalling.
