From A Producer To A Global Superstar-Chapter 418: Meeting

The call came in without the usual layers.

Sharon’s phone lit up once, and she already knew it wasn’t a normal call. She picked it up, her expression staying neutral even before she answered. Her eyes shifted toward Dayo for a brief second. He was already looking at her.

She answered calmly.

"Yes."

The voice on the other end didn’t waste time with greetings or introductions. It carried weight, the kind that didn’t need to raise itself to be understood.

"We would like to meet."

Sharon listened, her posture straightening slightly as details followed. Location. Time. No explanations. No attempt to dress it up.

"I understand," she said. "We’ll be there."

The call ended.

She lowered the phone slowly, then looked at him.

They’ve reached out," she said.

He didn’t look surprised. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"When?" he asked.

"Just now. Formal request. Direct."

He nodded once.

"That was fast."

She watched him for a second.

"You knew this would happen."

"Yes." Dayo said with a smirk.

She stepped closer, crossing her arms slightly.

"How?"

He leaned back slightly, his gaze steady.

"They ran out of options," he said.

"That quickly?"

"It’s not about speed," he replied. "It’s about pressure."

She didn’t interrupt.

"Local suppression was always going to be their first move," he continued. "It’s standard. Reduce visibility, control narrative, wait for attention to drop."

"And when it didn’t?"

He tilted his head slightly.

"It moved outside their reach," he said. "That changes everything."

She nodded slowly.

"And the elections."

"That’s the real trigger," he said.

He sat forward slightly now.

"If this was six months ago, they would have let it drag," he continued. "Delay, redirect, bury it over time."

He shook his head once.

"But not now."

"Because they can’t afford it," she said.

"Yes."

He met her gaze.

"Every action matters right now," he added. "Every perception. Every reaction. They don’t get to ignore something like this when it’s already public."

She exhaled quietly.

"So this isn’t cooperation."

"No," he said. "It’s survival."

That settled it.

She nodded once.

"They want a meeting," she said again.

"I know."

She hesitated for a second.

"You’re going."

" Yes of course aftwr all I set all of this on motion ."

There was no pause in his answer.

No hesitation.

She watched him for a moment longer, then gave a small nod.

"Okay."

He stood up slowly, slipping his phone into his pocket.

"They’re ready to move," he said.

He reached for a file, flipping it open briefly before closing it again. Then his hand moved toward the drawer.

He opened it and took out a set of neatly arranged small gift bags. Simple. Clean. Nothing flashy. The kind of thing that wouldn’t draw attention unless you were paying attention.

Sharon noticed immediately.

Her eyes rested on them for a second longer than necessary.

Dayo placed them on the table without saying anything.

She looked at him.

"You’re covering everything," she said.

"I’m removing resistance," he replied.

There was no embarrassment in it. No attempt to hide what it meant.

Just clarity.

Sharon nodded slowly.

She understood.

—

The building looked the same.

Same entrance. Same security. Same quiet control.

But the way they were received was different.

They didn’t wait.

They didn’t sit outside.

They were led inside immediately they walked in.

That alone said enough to tell the table have turn and they were ready to deal.

Inside the room, more people were present this time. Not just the two from before. Others had joined, their presence shifting the weight of the meeting.

It was like they called number to pressure Dayo but that obviously wasn’t achieved as Dayo strolled in.

The two officials from earlier stood as Dayo walked in. Not fully formal, but enough to show adjustment of attitude towards the situation.

"Mr. Dayo," one of them said. "Thank you for coming."

Dayo nodded slightly.

"Of course."

No extra words.

No edge.

Just acknowledgment.

Sharon took her seat beside him, setting her tablet down quietly.

The room settled.

One of the senior officials leaned forward slightly.

"We’ve been reviewing the situation with the documents you gave during our last meeting ," he began. "And we understand the urgency."

Dayo listened.

He didn’t interrupt.

He didn’t rush them.

Another official continued.

"There are existing structures we need to align with, but we’re committed to finding a workable approach."

Dayo nodded once.

"What kind of timeline are you working with?" he asked.

The question came naturally.

Not sharp.

Not confrontational.

Just direct.

The official adjusted slightly.

"We’re looking at an initial framework within two weeks, followed by phased implementation."

Dayo held his gaze for a moment.

"That might be too slow," he said calmly.

No tension in his voice.

Just fact.

One of the others spoke up.

"This is a large-scale coordination effort. Multiple districts, agencies, logistics—"

"I understand," Dayo said, cutting in gently, not dismissing, just guiding. "But we don’t need to start at scale."

That shifted the room.

He continued.

"Start with one district. A controlled pilot. Immediate deployment. Then expand based on results."

"We need precedent for anything to work so if a particular route is working well when can implement the next as for the funds as I said earlier leave that to me you just have to make it work."

The officials exchanged glances.

That was harder to push back against.

It removed delay without ignoring structure.

One of them nodded slowly.

"That... can be arranged."

Dayo nodded in return.

"That’s a good start."

The conversation moved forward from there.

Less resistance unlike the last time they were more accommodating.

They tried to maintain structure and test him again, but he kept things grounded.

Timelines became clearer.

Responsibilities started forming.

No raised voices.

No pressure tactics.

Just controlled movement.

At a certain point, the tone softened.

Not completely.

But enough.

That was when Dayo shifted slightly in his seat.

He didn’t make a show of it.

He just glanced once toward Sharon.

It was brief.

But clear.

She caught it immediately.

He turned back to the table and cleared his throat.

"There are a few things I’ve already handled on my side," he said, his tone steady. "Just to make the process smoother."

No one spoke.

But their attention sharpened hearing how Dayo’s voice sounded softer than they have heard since he started speaking.

Sharon reached down calmly and picked up the small bags from beside her seat.

She didn’t rush it.

She didn’t hesitate.

She placed one in front of each of them, moving naturally, like it was part of the meeting.

No announcement.

No explanation.

Just placement.

The room went quiet for a second.

Not long.

But enough.

One of the officials looked down at the bag, then back up.

Another adjusted slightly in his seat.

No one asked what it was.

They didn’t need to from the looks in his eyes and the signal he sent they understood.

Dayo continued speaking like nothing unusual had happened.

"Inside are some materials from my side," he said. "Just something small."

The words were light.

But the meaning wasn’t.

He met their gaze calmly.

"We’ll be working closely on this. It’s important things move without unnecessary delays."

That was the line.

It carried everything.

No pressure.

No demand.

But clear.

One of the senior officials nodded slowly.

"Of course," he said.

The tone had changed.

Subtly.

But completely.

The hesitation that had been sitting under the conversation eased completely with smiles on their straight faces.

The next responses came quicker.

Less guarded.

More aligned.

"We can prioritize the pilot immediately," one of them said.

"Resources can be redirected," another added.

Dayo listened, nodding slightly.

"That works."

They moved through the rest of the discussion with less friction.

Not perfect.

Not fully open.

But smoother.

They clarified:

Pilot location Initial rollout steps Coordination points

There were still careful pauses.

Still internal calculations.

But the resistance wasn’t the same anymore.

By the time the meeting began to close, the direction was clear.

One of the senior officials leaned forward again.

"We’ll begin internal coordination immediately," he said. "You’ll receive updates as we progress."

Dayo stood up.

"I’ll be following closely," he replied.

There was no threat in it.

But it didn’t need one.

They understood.

—

Outside the building, the air felt steady.

Not tense.

Not relaxed.

Just balanced.

Sharon walked beside him, her phone already in her hand.

She didn’t speak immediately.

She waited until they were a few steps away.

Then she looked at him.

"That..." she started, then paused slightly, choosing her words.

"That was something."

Dayo glanced at her briefly.

"What?"

She let out a small breath.

"I’ve seen negotiations," she said. "I’ve seen pressure. I’ve seen people try to force things."

She shook her head slightly.

"But that?"

She looked back at him.

"You handled both sides."

He didn’t respond immediately.

She continued.

"You didn’t fight them. You didn’t submit either."

A small pause.

"You just... adjusted everything."

Dayo looked ahead.

"They were always going to cooperate," he said.

She raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Like that?"

"Not like that," he replied. "But they would i did what i did to ease the situation after all you could see from how they look when we started and how the meeting ended it all about the timing and it worked."

She studied him.

"And the rest?"

He didn’t look at her.

"They understand the situation better now."

That was all he said.

Sharon held his gaze for a second, then nodded slowly.

She understood more than he was saying.

They kept walking.

Behind them, the building stood the same.

Quiet.

Controlled.

But inside, the conversation had shifted.

And outside, things were already moving.