Felix stood outside Dayo's office for a few seconds, one hand resting against the door while he gathered his thoughts. The hallway around him was quiet, save for the occasional employee moving between departments with the focused energy of people who had no idea what kind of conversations happened behind closed doors on this floor. Through the frosted glass, Felix could see the silhouette of his friend, the shape of a man who had finally found something resembling peace after years of carrying weights that would have broken lesser men.
Inside that office was probably the happiest Felix had seen Dayo in years.
And honestly?
He was happy about it.
The man deserved it.
