Chapter 70: Is it real?
David sat on the couch, phone in hand, still staring skeptically at Jonathan. The man was nervously fumbling with the phone, mumbling apologies into it. "Sir, my Ole, sorry for the delay... I’m with my client now," Jonathan stammered.
David raised an eyebrow. "What client?"
Jonathan immediately covered the phone and whispered in David’s direction, "Do you want the deal or not?"
David frowned, clearly annoyed. "Is this for real?"
Jonathan, trying to hold it together, quickly turned back to the phone and spoke into it. "Sir, sorry, we’re having network issues. My client here would like to talk to you." He handed the phone to David, who shot him a pointed look.
David reluctantly took the phone and spoke into it, his tone cold. "Hello, Mr. So-Called Ole. I still don’t believe this is really you. I’d love to do a video call if you’re serious."
Jonathan let out a yelp, startled by David’s harshness, and yanked the phone back. "Sir, I’m sorry! My client just needs a little more proof! He’s overwhelmed by all of this!" Jonathan pleaded, his voice shaky.
Ole, surprisingly calm, chuckled through the phone. "It’s okay. I’ll switch the call to video. Hand him the phone."
David’s skepticism was at an all-time high, but he held the phone up to his face. As he did, a video request appeared on his screen. He hesitated but clicked it. A familiar face popped up—Ole Gunnar Solskjaer, the Manchester United manager, smiling at him.
"Hello, David. Do you believe now?" Ole asked, a friendly grin on his face.
David froze, stunned. His mind was racing. "This has to be fake. Is this some kind of deep fake?" he muttered, half to himself.