Chapter 88 – a phone call
The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of Marina’s office, casting long slashes of golden light across the floor. Thiago sat on the couch by the window, his legs stretched out in front of him, head leaning back against the wall. For once, he wasn’t checking his phone, wasn’t thinking about training or Europe or anything in particular.
Just quiet.
It lasted all of thirty seconds.
Marina stepped into the room, her heels clicking against the polished tiles, a sleek tablet in hand and a look on her face that made Thiago sit up without needing to be told.
"Bad news?" he asked, eyes narrowing.
She shook her head. "Depends how you define it." She crossed the room and handed him the tablet. "You’ve got a request."
Thiago blinked at the screen. It wasn’t an email. Not a contract. Just a name.
Jürgen Klopp
Borussia Dortmund – Head Coach
He looked up at her slowly. "Wait... like... he wants to talk to me?"
Marina nodded. "He saw the Paulista final. Twice, apparently. Had his analysts run a full review. He wants a call today. Soon."