While Dayo and his friends and colleagues went to dine after lunch, the reactions from others varied.
Across in another place, Vivian sat across from Phillip, sipping her drink at home, relaxing. He was already halfway through his plate, talking nonstop like always.
"So," Vivian said, resting her chin on her palm, "you've heard about Dayo's new album, right? It drops tonight."
Phillip rolled his eyes and gave a dry laugh. "Heard? Everyone won't stop talking about it. But honestly? It's going to flop."
Vivian frowned a little. "Flop? Why are you so sure?"
He leaned back in his chair with a smug look on his face. "Because, come on, Viv. He made that album in what—two weeks? No serious artist does that. I've seen rushed projects before, and this one seems destined for disaster. The hype and snippet are just stunning, the actual would be trash."
"It wouldn't even enter the billboard." He added.
Vivian tilted her head. "You sound pretty confident."
