When they finally stepped outside, the cold Washington air hit Dayo's face.
He stopped for a moment, watching the crowd disperse and the bright stage lights fade behind him.
Alice came up beside him, arms folded. "You know this isn't over, right?"
Dayo sighed. "Yeah. I know. He just started, and he means business."
She glanced toward the hall where Michael had been sitting.
"He made his move tonight. This was just a warning — he's coming for you."
Dayo looked up at the sky.
"Let him warn all he wants. I've made up my mind — I'd rather work as a delivery man than work under anyone, least of all Michael."
Alice smiled faintly. "Good. Because the next storm is going to be worse."
Dayo didn't answer. He just stared ahead, expression calm but eyes sharp.
Deep down, he already knew — this was only the beginning.
He turned to leave, the faint city lights reflecting in his eyes.
"Let's go," he said quietly. "We have work to do."
