After the meeting everyone went about their business doing what has been assigned to them Dayo picked up his phone and called Sheun.
The phone didn't even ring once before it picked and Sheun voice came through from the other side.
"Ah, you don finally remember me."
The voice came through rough with laughter, like it had been waiting for the chance to say that.
Dayo leaned back in his chair, phone pressed to his ear, eyes on nothing in particular. The studio glass in front of him reflected his outline—still, composed, distant.
"What do you mean I remember you?" he said. "You no get my number?"
A short pause. Then a scoff.
"I get am," Sheun said. "But you don dey move like government now. Competition here, interview there. I no even know when you dey free again. I no wan call come disturb you, make e be like say I dey beg."
Dayo let out a quiet breath. "Disturb me? Since when?"
"You know how it be now," Sheun replied. "Levels change. People change."
"I never change."
