Chapter 80: Resolution II
Jonathan Smith paced back and forth in his rented apartment, muttering, "Shit, shit, shit, shit," as his mind raced. He had thought of a way to get David Jones, the extraordinary talent he’d discovered by chance, to agree to his request. Everything had been going so well—his plan unfolding perfectly.
He’d sent emails to various clubs in the Premier League, even a few outside of it, attaching a video compilation of David’s highlights that he’d managed to put together. He was confident that at least one club might show interest—maybe Watford, or if he was lucky, Everton. They weren’t the biggest clubs, but they were in the Premier League, and their weight carried far more influence than Derby County’s with it he could present it to David and get his signature and be his true agent
But what he received had left him stunned. A club had shown interest, yes—but not just any club. It was Manchester United. The real Manchester United. To top it off their coach had personally called to inquire about David. Everything about the situation screamed money, and Jonathan couldn’t stop imagining how much this unexpected twist could make him.
After the call from Manchester United, Jonathan had immediately reached out to his friend at Derby County to ask for David’s contact details. He had to beg, promising his friend a reluctant cut of the potential money. But just as everything seemed to be lining up perfectly, the pandemic hit, and the world was forced into lockdown. Everyone was instructed to stay indoors, and Jonathan felt utterly trapped. Sure, he could call Ethan, but what good would that do? It was risky—he could easily get sidelined.
Meanwhile, Manchester United remained persistent, calling frequently and demanding more details. Jonathan knew he couldn’t delay forever. Desperate times called for desperate measures. During lockdown, he broke the rules, heading out to search for David himself.
Eventually, he got what he wanted. After a mix of relentless persuasion and a fair amount of begging, David finally agreed to sign with him. Jonathan, however, couldn’t shake his anger during the process. He had been the one to secure the deal, convince United, and handle everything, yet the brat had the audacity to act smug and entitled just because he had a bit of talent.
"So what if I lied and said I was the agent?" Jonathan muttered to himself. "I got the results. I brought Manchester United to his doorstep. The least he could do was show a little gratitude."
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Jonathan’s suspicions were confirmed—the kid really was ungrateful. David had called to tell him he wasn’t going to sign after all. Apparently, his coach had convinced him otherwise. Jonathan’s anger boiled over.