The next morning, JD Records Headquarters.
The executive floor was unusually peaceful, the calm before a storm that none of them knew was approaching. The morning light streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long rectangles of gold across polished floors and modern furniture. Executives moved through hallways with coffee cups and tablets, conversations muted and professional, the rhythm of a typical Tuesday establishing itself.
At least until Dayo walked into the building.
Because ten minutes later, every major executive had received the same message on their phones, the notification stark and unexplained:
**Conference Room. Immediately.**
No explanation.
No details.
Just an instruction.
Which naturally caused panic after all since they have known Dayo he rarely says something like this in normal circumstance.
