The next morning, the whole building felt tense. The atmosphere was heavier than usual. Workers whispered as they passed through the hallways, holding their phones and scrolling through the news. Everyone had seen it.
When Michael arrived at the office, he walked straight to his desk. His face was unreadable, but the pressure in the air said everything.
A few minutes later, Tiffin walked in holding a stack of printed documents and her tablet. She placed them carefully on his desk. "Good morning, sir," she said quietly.
He didn't look up at first. "What's that?" he asked. His voice was calm but cold.
Tiffin swallowed before speaking. "Sir, it's about Dayo. The video he posted last night… it's everywhere now. News outlets, blogs, even international media picked it up."
Michael slowly lifted his eyes to her, his expression blank. "And?"
