Two days had passed since the burial of Uncle Marcus, and Dayo had been expecting some form of retaliation or action from Michael — but none came. This made him uneasy.
He had studied Michael's patterns for months and knew the man never left problems unresolved. Michael always acted immediately.
A week went by, and still, there was silence. That's when Dayo realized something — either something had taken Michael's attention away, or something was stopping him from making a move.
It didn't take long for Dayo to figure it out. When he did, a bright smile appeared on his face.
"I am indeed lucky," he said softly.
He looked at a framed picture of Marcus on his desk and muttered, "Even down below, Uncle Marcus, you still find a way to help."
