Chapter 89

“Your cockiness adds to your appeal. Maybe you can be a rebel heartthrob. I wonder if we should fix the tooth.”

“That’s it.” I stood, but Coach shoved me right back down.

We somehow managed to squeeze one more person into the room when a rather robust older man with ten hairs plastered to the top of his scalp with some sort of gel showed up. He was introduced to me as Mick Albert, my new sports agent, and all I could think of when I looked at him was “Show me the money!” I imagined the pool filled with it instead of water, and Mick and Cloud-ia were dipping in with huge buckets.

“How much does he make?” I asked Coach Keller.

“Depends on what you make,” Albert answered. “I’m expecting it’ll be a lot.”

“Don’t pressure him.” Coach Keller started massaging my shoulders.

“Ow.”

He stopped.

“Do I even need an agent yet? I’m not famous.”

“You’re going to be,” Cloud-ia said.

“Video of you topping the golden boy’s times has gone viral,” Coach told me.