Dayo was seated in the front of a boat with his family scattered around him—Jeffery scrolling through his phone, Janet half-lying across a couch with snacks, Abisola speaking quietly with Jason, while Alice and Valerie argued softly about where to eat dinner and Wayne sleeping. It was one of those rare calm moments that came after chaos, after medals, after cameras.
Dayo had rented a boat for them after all it was not everyday you get to go to paris.
plus he was a billionaire and it caused nothing and seeing all of them happy made him smile.
Then his phone buzzed.
Dayo glanced at the screen.
Richard.
He frowned slightly and stood up, moving a few steps away.
"Coach," he said, answering.
"Where are you right now?" Richard asked, his voice steady.
"On a boat we rented. With my family."
"Good. I won't take long."
Dayo leaned against the railing overlooking the lobby. "What's up?"
There was a brief pause on the other end.
"I heard you were planning to leave Paris soon."
