Dayo flipped through the pages of the contract slowly, scanning every line.
When he got to the end, he nodded in approval.
"Very good," he said quietly.
He leaned back on the chair, still holding the document. The way Lois had left the label still stung, but it had also opened his eyes. It wasn't just about music anymore — it was business.
He wasn't going to leave any loophole for anyone to exploit again.
"This one," he said, looking at Valery and Wayne, "covers everything. No surprises this time. If they want to leave, fine — but not without notice. No more last-minute drama."
Wayne chuckled. "You're learning fast, boss."
Dayo gave a small smile. "I had a good teacher," he said, glancing at Valery.
She smiled and nodded. "Alright then. Let's move."
The three of them walked into the meeting room.
Four artists were seated around a long table — three male, one female. They stood up slightly as Dayo entered, then sat back down.
