"Take this inside, carefully—carefully, please!" Daniel Otedola stood at the edge of the sprawling driveway, one hand on his hip, the other waving toward a tall man holding an expensive speaker set. "That's a Bang & Olufsen, not a roadside stereo—handle it like you're holding a newborn."
He was in motion, a man in his element, dressed in a tailored white tee, grey joggers, and sleek white sneakers. Not a bead of sweat on his forehead, but his eyes—those sharp, calculating eyes—tracked every movement around him. This wasn't just a move-in. It was the beginning of a new chapter.
"Hey, hey—put that console down gently," he barked again, pointing at two men hauling in his Italian glass coffee table. "That costs more than your yearly salary. Respect the craft!"
