CringedJarrod was directed to the boardroom as soon as he arrived at the Lakeside. There was a meeting going on, and all the top brass at the club were there. Club president Sophia Theodoridis stopped mid-sentence when he was shown in; clearly, he had been the number one item on the agenda.
“The man himself,” smiled Sophia.
Jarrod had shaken her hand at the first game, but her interest in him had since multiplied hundredfold.
“Please take a seat,” she continued. “We were just discussing how we’re going to capitalise on your newfound stardom and make this work for us.”
Jarrod hadn’t contemplated this and felt like a fool for not seeing it coming. He cringed, at least inside, at the sort of things this could lead to. It could be a shirt number change to 040, the agent number bestowed upo
