The full moon gave a silver shine over Lagos, making my balcony look like it had fairy lights. In front of me, Dapo was moving with nervousness; I could feel his stress very much. The contract lay open on the table, showing our agreement with The Board. It felt like a dream, even as the moon watched over us from above.
"So," I finally said, breaking the silence, "we're doing this?"
Dapo let out a shaky breath. "We are," he confirmed, his voice showing a mix of nervousness and relief. "The Board say yes to what you ask – full creative control, a ten-year deal, and true info about original work. But..." he stopped talking for a moment, looking a bit worried.
"But?" I echoed, my stomach clenching.
"There are... other plans," he said in a low voice. "They have their ideas for this area." L
