The room felt quieter than it had a few minutes earlier.
Dayo lowered the phone slowly after the call ended and stared at the screen for a moment before placing it on the table. The faint glow from the laptop on the desk still illuminated part of the room where Shino had been working earlier on the teaser edit. Outside the window the city lights were beginning to thin out, the late evening traffic fading into the distant hum that always lingered somewhere in Lagos no matter the hour.
Across from him, Sharon had been watching his expression carefully.
She had not heard every word of the conversation, but she had heard enough of the tone to know that something had shifted. She leaned slightly forward in her chair, resting her elbows on her knees while studying him with the quiet patience of someone who had worked with him long enough to recognize the difference between calm and controlled frustration.
"Dayo," she said finally. "What happened?"
Dayo did not answer immediately.
