The room felt different once most of the people had left.
It didn't happen all at once. One person stood up, said they would step out to take a call. Another followed, saying they needed to check something outside. A few minutes later, the room that had been filled with voices, screens, and movement reduced to only a handful of people.
Davido remained seated.
Across from him, his manager stayed in place, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together. Two of the core producers were still there as well, one leaning back in his chair, the other slightly forward, staring at the laptop in front of him even though nothing new was being displayed.
Nobody spoke immediately.
The screens were still on, but no one was actively interacting with them anymore. The numbers had already been seen. The breakdown had already been explained. There was nothing new to refresh.
What remained was understanding.
And that part took longer.
