Ashley raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the sudden spark in Benjamin's eyes. "Oh boy, I know that look. What crazy idea are you cooking up upstairs?"
Benjamin leaned forward, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as a slow grin spread across his face. "Nike has Cristiano Ronaldo. Adidas has Lionel Messi. They're the faces of their brands—forces to be reckoned. But Puma? They don't have that one figurehead yet. What if I become THAT guy?"
Ashley blinked, processing his words. "You want to be Puma's answer to Ronaldo and Messi? That's... ambitious, Ben."
"Exactly," Benjamin said, his voice gaining confidence. "Nike and Adidas already have their kings. Puma's offer might not have the same upfront flash due to popularity, but they're offering something the others can't—a chance to build something from the ground up. To be the player people associate with their brand."