The finance folder remained untouched for almost a full minute.
That alone made Wayne suspicious.
He had seen contracts opened faster than that. Lawsuits, licensing disputes, international royalty reports, even last-minute venue overage invoices had all been handled with less ceremony. But this folder sat at the end of the table as if everyone understood that opening it would change the air in the room.
Dayo looked at Finance Director Hall.
Hall was a careful man in his fifties, with silver at the edge of his hair and the kind of calm that came from years of telling excited artists that gross revenue was not the same as money in their pocket. He did not look impressed easily. He did not look frightened easily either.
Today, he looked awake in a way that made Dayo pay attention.
