Dayo sat at the head of the conference table, tablet in front of him, fingers loosely interlocked. The screen behind him displayed a projection dashboard: album performance, streaming curves, film retention metrics, regional heat maps.
Alice was the first to speak.
"So," she said calmly, tapping her pen against her notebook, "you're really going to Nigeria."
Wayne leaned back in his chair. "Not just going. He's relocating for a bit."
Valarie crossed her legs. "Temporarily," she corrected.
Urich, who had been scanning the numbers silently, didn't look up. "How long?"
Dayo answered simply. "Long enough."
Wayne sighed dramatically. "You know this is terrible timing, right?"
"Terrible?" Dayo raised an eyebrow.
"Yes," Wayne replied immediately. "From a corporate standpoint? You just finished detonating Asia. The U.S. market is still processing the aftershock. Now you're flying off."
Alice nodded. "He's not wrong."
