Michael had been in a good mood for days, not because life was peaceful, but because the noise around Dayo had finally started thinning. The heat was still there, but it wasn't swallowing the entire internet the way it had during the peak. The numbers were still being compiled. The headlines were still coming. But the hysteria had cooled, and Michael had started to feel that familiar comfort again.
That false comfort that comes when you believe the worst has already passed.
Clara knocked and entered before he even answered properly, tablet in hand, expression careful. She never walked into his office casually when it involved Dayo. She always came in like she was stepping into a storm.
Michael didn't look up at first. He stayed focused on the document in front of him as if he didn't already know why she was here.
"What is it."
Clara straightened. "Update on the appointment, sir."
Michael's pen paused. Just for a second.
"And."
