Sharon didn't slow down once she stepped out of the room. Her phone was already in her hand, her mind running through the list Dayo had given her, arranging order, tone, and approach before the first call even connected. She didn't rush blindly into it. She understood how this industry worked. First impressions mattered, and even more than that, clarity mattered. She wasn't calling as someone asking for a favor. She was calling as a representative of someone whose name already carried weight.
She stopped near the window at the end of the hallway, took a brief second to steady her voice, and placed the first call.
The line rang twice before it connected.
"Hello?"
"Hi, this is Sharon. I'm calling on behalf of Dayo."
There was a brief pause on the other end, not confusion, but recognition.
"Dayo? As in…?"
"Yes," she said, calm and clear. "He's working on a project and he would like to collaborate. I wanted to speak with you briefly about it."
