Dayo stood in front of the mirror for a brief moment, adjusting the fall of his collar.

He wasn't dressed to impress.

Just a simple white top, clean and fitted, paired with black trousers that sat perfectly on his frame. No logos. No excess. A thin silver neck chain rested against his chest, catching the light subtly whenever he moved.

Simple.

Classic.

Effortless.

The kind of look that didn't scream wealth, but quietly confirmed it.

He grabbed his keys and headed out.

Outside, the night air was calm. Dayo walked past a row of cars before stopping in front of a sleek Porsche 911 Carrera S, jet black, low to the ground, timeless in design. It wasn't the most expensive car he owned—not even close—but it was perfect for tonight.

Elegant. Fast. Understated.

He got in, the engine humming smoothly as he pulled out of the driveway.

The city lights stretched ahead of him as he drove, familiar streets passing by in a comfortable blur. Tonight wasn't about noise or headlines. It was about conversation with a person who helped him so he dressed simple

A few minutes later, he pulled into one of his family's businesses—JD's Kitchen.

The place was refined but warm, known for its atmosphere as much as its food. This particular branch was quieter than most, tucked away from the city's louder districts.

This was of course Dayo's family buisness that he had built from scratch and was nkw worth more than 300 milion dollars.

The restaurant has more than 25 only in new york and has many more around U.S and they are already well known and expanding outside with more than 78 resturant world wide and more than 100 still in construction and they serve what the people like.

Dayo stepped inside through a private entrance and was immediately guided upstairs.

The VIP section was secluded, softly lit, and tastefully designed. Only a few tables were occupied, each separated enough to ensure privacy.

Dayo took a seat near the window.

He hadn't even been waiting for five minutes when he felt it—that subtle shift in the air.

She had arrived.

Dayo looked up as Diana stepped into the VIP area.

She was in her late thirties, but no one would have guessed it. Calm confidence radiated from her posture. Her attire was professional yet relaxed, her expression composed, sharp eyes softened by a faint smile.

She didn't look like someone who worked behind the scenes of global sports politics.

She looked like someone who belonged at the center of things.

Dayo stood up politely.

"Wow," he said with an easy smile. "Richard talked about your capabilities—but not your beauty."

Diana chuckled. "He warned me about your mouth."

Dayo laughed lightly. "That rascal."

They shook hands and sat.

"I'll be honest," Diana said, glancing around briefly. "I expected something… louder."

"I don't like loud," Dayo replied. "Especially not for conversations that matter also i got the memo that you dont like it either."

She nodded, approving.

They didn't rush into ordering. Drinks came first. The atmosphere settled naturally.

"Before anything else," Dayo said, his tone sincere, "I want to thank you."

Diana smrik and raised a brow like she didn't know the reason why.. "For?"

"For pushing," he continued. "If not for you, I wouldn't have received the Olympic Order. Richard kept hinting at things without explanations. I was frustrated."

She smiled softly. "It happens like that sometimes. When the email came in, even I was surprised."

Dayo blinked. "You were?"

"Yes," she said calmly. "Because people rarely get what they deserve at the right time. You did something many athletes won't achieve in their entire careers so the moment I ask Richard and he confirmed the story i knew you had to win and you more than deserve it.

Dayo exhaled. "Hearing that from you… means a lot."

She waved it off lightly. "You earned it."

There was a brief pause before Dayo added, "I'm sorry I left Paris so quickly. It wasn't planned. Family… school schedules… responsibilities."

"I understand," Diana said without hesitation. "Life doesn't pause for ceremonies."

Food was ordered naturally during the conversation.

They talked—about sports governance, pressure behind the scenes, how decisions were made quietly long before the public ever noticed. Diana spoke candidly, without pretense.

"You know," she said at one point, "I expected someone with your status to be… difficult."

Dayo smiled. "Status?"

She laughed. "Forget I said that."

"The friend of Richard is my friend," Dayo replied simply. "So we're friends now."

That earned him another smile.

When the meal ended, they stood.

"Thank you for tonight," Diana said. "And for hosting."

"You're welcome anytime," Dayo replied. "Next time, I won't disappear."

They parted ways calmly, without drama.

Later that night, Dayo sat alone in his car for a moment before driving off.

Then he remembered.

"…Right."

There was still something unfinished.

The random skill upgrade.

Back home, he settled onto the couch and opened the system.

Ding.

System Interface Opened.

Random Skill Upgrade Available.

Dayo selected it.

CONFIRM.

The familiar sensation spread through his mind—not overwhelming, but deep.

Skill Updated

Trend Insight → Advanced Trend Insight

Description:

Previously limited to music release optimization.

Now expanded to include: • Music

• Video Content

• Films

• Books

• Digital Media Projects

Provides enhanced timing, audience alignment, and market resonance insight across creative industries.

Dayo's eyes widened slightly.

"…That's insane."

This wasn't just about music anymore.

Movies.

Visual storytelling.

Everything he was about to step into.

He leaned back, letting out a satisfied breath.

It was like he slept with lady luck because movies just like music also need the perfect timing if not a movie that's ment to break market would fail so this expanded his ability and would reduce his fear of not breaking even when it came to releasing movies.

"Now I'm ready."

Korea waited.

Min-jae waited.

And for the first time, Dayo felt completely prepared to step into that world—not just as a producer, or music and not just as a financier…

But as a director.

The night outside remained calm as Dayo closed his eyes, already planning the journey ahead.

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