The week didn't slow anything down.
If anything, it made things louder.
By the time the next few days rolled into each other, what had started as a question had turned into something else entirely. It wasn't people asking anymore. It was people talking like they already knew the answer. Headlines weren't careful. They weren't balanced. They leaned one way and stayed there, repeating the same angle until it started to feel like fact.
Dayo saw none of it that morning.
He was already out before most of the noise peaked, moving through his routine like nothing had shifted. Training had taken priority again, the kind that left no room for distractions, no space for checking phones or scrolling through whatever the world had decided to say about him that day.
It only caught up to him later.
The car slowed as it approached the building with a huge JD in gold on it.
