From A Producer To A Chapter 217: OLYMPIC ORDER

Chapter 217: OLYMPIC ORDER...

After everything that had happened, Dayo decided to spend the next few days with his family.

They went out together—simple places, quiet places. Restaurants, parks, late-night walks, laughter without pressure. No caras. No expectations. Just family. For Dayo, it felt grounding. They spent ti together doing everything families do, and since they were in Paris, the sightseeing made it even better. There were a few monts when Dayo was recognized, but it was quickly handled. He had learned his lesson about moving without proper security, so they simply kept their distance and enjoyed their ti.

Alice, Wayne, and Valerie didn’t stay long.

They had work waiting for them—etings to attend, calls they couldn’t ignore. At the airport, they exchanged brief hugs and handshakes.

"Don’t disappear," Wayne said.

Alice smiled lightly and winked at Dayo. "We’ll talk."

Valerie waved as they walked toward the gate.

Dayo stood there until they disappeared into the crowd, then turned back to his family.

This was one of the rare tis he truly got to spend with them, and he was grateful. He made sure to use every mont well.

That night was quiet.

The next morning, after a quick breakfast, Dayo and his brother Jeffery sat down to play PS5, with Dayo completely dominating the ga.

Jeffery sulked. "You’re such a cruel brother. You didn’t even let

win one ga."

Dayo laughed and ruffled Jeffery’s hair just as his phone rang.

It was Richard.

"Be at the Olympic Stadium tomorrow," Richard said.

Dayo frowned. "Coach, what is this about? Talk to ."

There was a pause on the line.

"I don’t know," Richard replied. "Just be there. Leave the rest to . Trust ."

Dayo sighed. "Alright. No problem."

He was puzzled by the call, but he didn’t push it. The Olympics were ending soon anyway, and he and his parents had other plans afterward.

The next day, Dayo arrived at the stadium with his family.

The atmosphere felt different—not like a competition, not like training. Officials were present. Caras were set up. Athletes, coaches, and representatives filled the seats.

Although the Olympics were nearing their end, the energy hadn’t faded. The crowd was still buzzing, with a few events wrapping up. Dayo watched and cheered alongside his family.

Eventually, all competitions concluded, and the closing ceremony began.

Athletes were asked to parade once again, but this ti Dayo chose to remain in the audience with his family. Watching from above, he was amazed by how colorful and grand everything looked.

Soon, the IOC President and other dignitaries took their seats on the stage.

The Paris national anthem played as the national flag was raised. Then the Olympic hymn followed as the Olympic flag—raised at the beginning of the Gas—was slowly lowered.

The flag was passed from the city’s mayor to the IOC President, a tradition that left Dayo and his entire family completely captivated.

Then ca the anticipated mont—the extinguishing of the Olympic fla, symbolizing the official end of the Gas.

As Dayo took it all in, one question still lingered in his mind.

Why did Coach Richard ask

to co?

It was almost as if the host read his thoughts.

"And now," the host announced, "the Olympic Order will be presented by the President of Paris."

The crowd erupted into applause as the President stepped onto the stage.

"This award is one of the most prestigious honors," the President said, "and today, it is awarded to Jason Dayo."

Dayo froze.

"?" he whispered.

Applause thundered through the stadium.

He stood slowly, confusion still written on his face, a faint smile forming as he walked forward.

The President continued:

"Jason Dayo represents the true spirit of the Olympic Gas.

"In less than three months, he transitioned into competitive swimming and achieved what many lifelong athletes could not. Against expectations, against ti, and against history itself, he claid gold dals in all three sprint swimming events—the 50 ters, 100 ters, and 200 ters freestyle.

"This achievent has never been accomplished by a single athlete in one Olympic Gas.

"But his contribution did not end in the pool. Beyond his personal victories, Jason Dayo played a key role in supporting the current Head Coach of the national swimming team in identifying and preparing athletes for competition—contributing directly to one of the most successful Olympic swimming campaigns in the nation’s history.

"Jason Dayo stands as proof that excellence is not defined by ti spent, but by dedication, discipline, and belief. His journey is an inspiration not only to athletes, but to anyone who dares to pursue greatness."

The hall exploded with applause.

Dayo was handed the microphone.

He paused, took a breath, and looked around.

"I honestly didn’t expect this," he said. "When I ca here, my only goal was to compete and give everything I had. Standing here today is sothing I never imagined."

He glanced toward the stands.

"I want to thank my coach—Coach Richard. Without your belief, guidance, and patience, none of this would have been possible. You trusted

when there was no reason to, and you pushed

when I needed it most."

He then turned to his family.

"And to my family—thank you. You are my foundation. Every sacrifice, every word of encouragent, every mont you stood by

gave

the strength to keep going. Everything I am here today is because of you."

Dayo looked back at the officials.

"This honor ans more to

than I can put into words. Thank you for believing in . I’ll continue to give my best—not just for myself, but for everyone who believed in this journey."

The applause continued long after he stepped down.

Afterward, his family surrounded him.

"Do you even understand how big this is?" his father said, staring at the dal with pride shining in his eyes.

"For soone competing in the Olympics for the first ti?" Jeffery added. "This is crazy."

Dayo looked around and finally spotted Coach Richard. He gave him a small bow.

Richard pointed at him. "You deserve it."

"You were part of this, weren’t you?" Dayo asked.

Richard hesitated. "We’re still working on a few things. That’s why I told you to hang around. But... Diana pushed your na hard."

"Diana?" Dayo raised an eyebrow.

"She wants to et you too," Richard said.

Dayo smiled. "Then I’d like to et her."

"No problem," Richard replied.

Dayo turned back to his family and saw his siblings already arguing over who would get to hold the dal first.

A warm smile spread across his face.