From A Producer To A Global Superstar

The moment Dayo stepped out of the private terminal, pulling his small travel bag behind him, he expected the familiar roar—fans screaming his name, banners lifted, cameras flashing in admiration. He expected warmth.

Instead, what he met was the complete opposite.

The very second the automatic doors slid open, a swarm of cameras and microphones slammed into his space like a wave crashing on a shore.

"Dayo! Dayo! Is it true you used performance enhancers?!"

"Jason! Why are you silent?!"

"Are you running from the investigation?!"

"Why aren't you addressing the leaked reports?!"

"Are the allegations against you true?."

"Dont you feel guilty about making Evan fail?."

Microphones were shoved at his chin. Cameras were pushed close to his face. Bags of equipment nearly hit his shoulder as everyone tried to get the angle. Reporters didn't even wait for his reaction—they talked over themselves, screaming accusations loudly enough for the entire airport to hear.

It wasn't just sports reporters.

Some were gossip bloggers.

Some were drama outlets hired to stir chaos.

And many were the PR puppets Michael paid for.

Dayo paused for a moment.

It was loud—too loud.

Questions overlapping, accusations firing from every direction.

But unlike what they expected…

Dayo was calm.

His face didn't show fear.

He didn't stutter.

He didn't shrink.

He didn't panic.

He simply adjusted his hoodie, breathed slowly, and let the noise flow past him like wind.

A reporter shoved a mic into his chest.

"Why did your time drop a full second, Jason?! Are you doping?!"

Another yelled, "Why did evidence show up online of you injecting something in your arm?! Explain that to the public!"

Another screamed, "Are you prepared to be disqualified if the investigations confirm the allegations?!"

Security finally rushed forward, forming a barrier around him, trying to pull reporters away, but it was chaos.

Flashes.

Shouts.

Hands grabbing forward.

Phones pointed inches from his face.

Yet Dayo didn't flinch.

He raised one hand—not aggressively, just calmly.

"Silence."

It wasn't loud.

It wasn't threatening.

But the confidence in his tone made the crowd pause without realizing they had obeyed.

Dayo looked around at the sea of microphones.

"First of all," he said, voice steady, "this is an airport. You all know I am a public figure, but that doesn't mean you get to obstruct an entire environment."

The reporters exchanged glances.

His tone wasn't angry… it was too calm.

Dayo continued:

"Second… if you have questions based on official statements from the Olympic Trials, the national committee, or the anti-doping agency, then you can ask them."

He paused.

"But none of those bodies have said anything. So what exactly are you all shouting about?"

Some reporters stiffened. The ones Michael planted tried to push harder:

"But what about the leaked articles—"

"Fake," Dayo replied bluntly. "If you want to report gossip from bots and anonymous pages who formed overnight, that's on you. But don't expect me to panic over lies."

His calmness rattled them.

"And lastly," Dayo said, giving them one final look,

"I don't owe any explanations based on rumors. When I'm ready, if necessary, I will call a conference. Until then, stop blocking the airport. Respect the space."

He lowered his hand, stepped back, and simply said:

"Now… excuse me."

The reporters froze, stunned at how composed he was.

This wasn't the reaction they planned for.

They wanted fear.

They wanted shaking hands.

They wanted stutters they could twist into headlines.

They wanted a clip of him panicking.

Instead, they got a calm, unbothered 22-year-old who walked through them like smoke.

Security moved quickly and escorted him through the crowd as cameras scrambled again, trying to recover from their shock.

Max and Bella were already waiting by the black SUV outside. They opened the door immediately as Dayo entered, and the security slammed it shut behind him.

Inside the car, Dayo exhaled deeply.

"Let me guess," he said, not even looking up. "Michael?"

Max nodded. "Exactly who you're thinking."

Bella added, "We got the call from the tech agency. The evidence you asked for—we collected everything. Screenshots, payments, the pages he used, all the accounts connected to them. Everything."

Dayo leaned his head back, expression unreadable.

"So what do you want us to do?" Max asked.

Dayo opened one eye slowly.

"Nothing… not yet. Not now."

Max paused. "Nothing?"

"Exactly nothing," Dayo said calmly. "Michael wants noise. I won't give him any. I'll make him eat his words, just not now."

He rested his elbow on the window.

"I'm waiting for something. Once I get it, we'll move. Until then, hold everything."

Bella nodded quietly. "Understood."

"Oh," Dayo added, "keep digging into that drug. Find the supplier, the lab, the distribution line. When you get enough, send it as an anonymous tip. Let the agencies do their job."

"We'll handle it," Max replied.

Dayo nodded once.

"Good."

The car fell silent as they drove.

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ONLINE REACTIONS

Within minutes, the airport video hit social media.

And the internet exploded.

@swimtalks:

"BROOOO HIS CALMNESS?? That's a man who knows he's clean."

@vibeaesthetic:

"The way he shut them up with just 'silence'?? LMAO iconic."

@jdworld:

"Every time I almost believe the lies, this man reminds me who he is."

@olympianfans:

"Look at his aura. Pure confidence. Not a single shake. I respect it."

But the haters came too:

@exposelies:

"Being calm doesn't mean he's innocent. This is called media training."

@antiJD:

"Y'all are dumb. He's obviously on something. Why else so calm?"

@swimjustice:

"Investigate him NOW. This man is a fraud."

@sharbe

Look at him acting cool ahh they should arrest."

@zeelord

Dayo Is a scam and he needs to be put down.

JD's fans replied instantly.

@dayonation:

"Okay. Enough. OPERATION CLEAN JD REPUTATION 2.0. Let's go."

@jdguardians:

"Spam every fake article. Report every bot page. Clear his name."

@JD_army:

"We are 280M+ strong on social media. MOVE."

@jdfamilia:

"Any page posting lies—report, dislike, block. No mercy."

@thecleaners:

"He protected us with calmness. Now we protect him with numbers."

The internet didn't just heat up—

It ignited.

Within an hour, over 120,000 fake pages posting anti-Dayo content were mass-reported.

Within two hours, hashtags like:

#JDStaysClean

#LeaveDayoAlone

#StopTheWitchHunt

hit the trending list worldwide.

Michael had paid over five million dollars to flood the internet with lies…

But JD's fanbase was a storm he could never outspend.

And Dayo, sitting quietly in the SUV, simply closed his eyes and muttered:

"It's fine. Let them drag me. Soon… everything will flip."