From A Producer To A Global Superstar-Chapter 421: A Branch

"So what’s next?"

Sharon didn’t move when she asked it. Her phone was still in her hand, notifications stacking over each other faster than she could clear them, but her attention had already shifted away from the screen. She was looking at him now, properly, not just reacting to what had just happened, but trying to understand what came after it.

Dayo sat across from her, posture relaxed, one arm resting along the back of the chair, the other on the table. He didn’t answer immediately, not because he didn’t have one, but because the question itself carried weight. It wasn’t about the moment they had just handled. It was about direction.

"What do you think comes next?" he asked laying his back donw already knowing she had an idea what he was planning.

Sharon frowned slightly, not annoyed, just thinking through it.

"We keep the attention going," she said. "We build on it before it drops. We use what just happened to push something forward."

Dayo nodded once, like she wasn’t wrong, just not seeing the complete picture.

"That’s part of it," he said. "But that’s not the actual move."

She stepped closer to the table, placing her phone down this time so it wouldn’t distract her.

"Then what is?" she asked.

Dayo leaned forward slightly, his tone calm, controlled, like he had already gone through this in his head long before she asked the question.

"What just happened gave visibility," he said. "It made people aware of me and my personality which also include my music. It shifted how they see me here. That matters, but it’s not something you build on directly. It’s something you position around."

Sharon’s brows drew together.

"Position around what exactly?" she asked.

Dayo reached for his laptop and opened it, the screen lighting up between them. He turned it toward her without saying anything at first, letting her see it before explaining.

It wasn’t random notes.

It was structured.

Names laid out in a clean format, grouped, categorized, with small notes beside some of them.

Sharon leaned in slightly, scanning the list.

Then she paused.

Then she looked again, slower this time.

"These are..." she started, then stopped, then looked up at him. "You’re serious."

Dayo’s expression didn’t change.

"I don’t prepare things I’m not going to use," he said.

She looked back at the screen, recognizing more names now.

These weren’t mid-level artists.

These were the top of the industry.

Names that carried weight on their own.

Names that didn’t need introductions.

"You’re going straight to them," she said.

"Yes."

There was no buildup in his answer.

No hesitation in the decision behind it.

Sharon straightened slightly, folding her arms as she processed.

"You’re not easing into this market at all," she said.

"There’s no reason to ease into something I already have access to with the amout of people i have with me ," Dayo replied.

That shifted it.

Not ambition.

Access.

Sharon let out a small breath through her nose, something close to a quiet laugh.

"Right," she said. "Because you’re not coming in unknown."

Dayo didn’t respond to that directly, but he didn’t need to. He is a star and any right thinking artist that sees an opportunity with him would always like to have it an example was Davido himself.

She had already seen it herself.

The numbers.

The reactions.

The way the song with Davido had moved without needing extra push.

The way the conversation had changed around his name in just a short time.

"You already have their attention," she said.

"Yes."

"And you’re planning to use that to..." she gestured lightly toward the screen.

"To build something huge here in my ancestors ground," he finished.

She tilted her head slightly.

"Explain that," she said.

Dayo adjusted the laptop slightly, closing it halfway so it wasn’t the center of the conversation anymore.

"I’m setting up a label here," he said.

Sharon blinked once.

"A label," she repeated.

"A branch of JD records," he clarified. "Full structure. Not a temporary something that exists on paper."

That landed differently.

She shifted her weight slightly, her attention sharpening.

"You’re building an actual base here," she said.

"Yes."

"In Nigeria."

"Yes."

There was a short pause as she took that in fully thinking deep as she always knew everything about Dayo was never straight.

"You planned this before coming," she said.

Dayo nodded once.

"I don’t move without a direction yiu should know me for that already," he replied.

Sharon looked at him for a second, then back at the table, then back at him again.

"And this is not just Nigeria," she finally said

And this brought a smile in Dayo’s face.

"No," Dayo replied. "Nigeria is where it starts. It’s not where it ends."

She exhaled slowly, the scale of it settling in.

"So you’re trying to swallow Africa with this move," she said.

"Yes." Dayo replied with one word.

"And you’re using this as the entry point." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Yes."

She shook her head slightly, not in disagreement, just acknowledging and in shock how someone brain can work like this after a while.

"That’s not small," she said.

"It’s not meant to be."

The room felt different now.

Not tense.

Not pressured.

Just focused.

Sharon glanced at the laptop again.

"So where do they come in?" she asked, nodding toward the names.

Dayo leaned back slightly.

"The music is already prepared," he said.

She frowned.

"Recorded?" she asked.

"Haha no yet but ita on ground ," he replied. "Written, arranged, built around the sound I want."

She processed that quickly.

"So the foundation is done," she said. "You’re just bringing in voices."

"I’m bringing in the right voices," he corrected.

That distinction mattered.

Sharon nodded slowly.

"And you want to collaborate with them on the project," she said.

"Yes."

There was no uncertainty in his tone.

No question about whether it would happen.

She looked back at the list again, then back at him.

"You don’t think any of them will push back?" she asked.

Dayo’s expression stayed calm.

"They won’t," he said.

That wasn’t arrogance.

It was assessment after all they could already see how Davido’s song went this was why he actually agree to the meet and even suggested the feature so it can soften the ground so other understand what he was giving to them.

Sharon studied him for a moment.

"Because of the numbers?" she asked.

"Because of positioning," he replied. "Because of what they gain from it as well."

That made more sense.

She leaned back slightly against the table.

"You’re not asking for a favor," she said.

"No."

"You’re offering something."

"Yes."

Now it was clear.

This wasn’t about convincing.

It was about alignment.

Sharon nodded slowly.

"If they get on it, it expands their reach too," she said.

"Yes a win for everyone."

"And at the same time, it ties your presence into the industry here without resistance."

"Yes."

She let out a small breath.

"That’s clean," she said.

Dayo didn’t respond to that.

He didn’t need to.

She picked up her phone again, not distracted this time, just preparing.

"So what do you need from me?" she asked.

Dayo reached for a sheet of paper and wrote a few additional notes beneath the names, then slid it toward her.

"I need you to reach out to them," he said. "Set up conversations. Not long discussions. Just enough to bring them in."

Sharon glanced at the list, then back at him.

"You want direct contact," she said.

"Yes."

"No middle channels."

"Yes."

She nodded.

"That makes sense," she said. "It shows intent."

"It removes delay," Dayo added.

She looked down at the list again, scanning through the names.

"These are not difficult conversations," she said. "Most of them will already be aware of you."

"They are," Dayo replied.

"And after the track with Davido..." she shook her head slightly. "That already opened the door."

Dayo leaned back again, his tone steady.

"The door was already open," he said. "That just made it visible."

Sharon glanced at him.

"Fair," she said raising her hand not wanting to play Dayo’s ego game as he always ended up winning.

She scrolled through her contacts, already mapping out how to approach each one.

"You want me to start with a few or all at once?" she asked.

"All of them," Dayo said.

She raised a brow slightly.

"At the same time," she said.

"Yes."

She nodded slowly.

"That will get attention," she said.

"That’s the point."

She didn’t argue.

Instead, she adjusted her stance slightly, thinking through tone, timing, approach.

"They’re going to ask what the project is," she said.

"You’ll tell them enough to bring them in," Dayo replied.

"And the rest?"

"They’ll hear it when we sit down."

That was intentional.

Not everything needed to be explained upfront.

Sharon looked at him again.

"You’re controlling how the information moves," she said.

"Yes."

She gave a small nod.

"That works."

There was a brief pause before she spoke again.

"You’re not worried about timing?" she asked.

Dayo looked at her.

"No," he said. "This is the timing."

That settled it.

She nodded once more.

"Alright," she said. "I’ll start immediately."

She turned slightly toward the door, then stopped and looked back at him.

"You’re sure about the scale of this?" she asked.

Dayo met her gaze, calm, steady.

"Yes," he said. "If I’m building here, I build properly."

She held his gaze for a second longer, then nodded.

"Okay," she said.

She stepped out of the room, already dialing as she moved, her voice lowering into a professional tone as the first call connected.

The door closed behind her.

Dayo remained where he was.

He didn’t reach for the laptop again.

He didn’t pick up his phone.

He just sat there for a moment, his eyes resting briefly on the list of names before shifting away.

He already knew how this would move.

Not every response would come immediately.

Not every conversation would be simple.

But the direction itself was clear.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the table, his gaze steady, his thoughts already moving ahead of the current step.

Because for him, this wasn’t about whether it would happen.

It was about how fast it would come together.

And once it did, it wouldn’t just sit in one place.

It would spread.