What next?
The door shut behind him with a soft, controlled click.
Dayo didn't say anything as he stepped into the car. He didn't look back at the building either. The conversation with Davido was already done, filed, and stored exactly where it needed to be in his head. There was nothing left to extract from it.
He adjusted his sleeve once, settled into the seat, and leaned back.
"Drive," he said.
The car pulled away smoothly.
For a while, nothing else followed.
No phone calls. No scrolling. No restless movement.
Just the low hum of the engine and the steady rhythm of the road beneath them.
Sharon sat beside him, her phone resting loosely in her hand. She had opened it twice already and closed it without doing anything. Her eyes moved from the screen to Dayo, then back again, like she was waiting for something that wasn't coming.
Dayo looked exactly the same as he had ten minutes ago.
Calm.
Still.
Like nothing had shifted.
That was what unsettled her.
