The Weight of Ambition

Jonathan paced frantically in his small, rented motel he was staying at in derby, hands tugging at his hair as he stared at his phone. His mind was racing a thousand miles an hour. "What the hell is wrong with Wayne Rooney?!" he shouted, his voice rising in frustration. "The guy's already made his money, why the hell does he care about one little player like David?!" He slammed his fist against the desk, his mind spiraling into panic.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" he muttered, running his hand over his face. "I can't let this deal slip through my fingers. Not after all the work I've put in. Manchester United… they're ready to offer him everything! I can't let Rooney ruin this for me. I've got to figure out how to convince this kid—how to make him see what's at stake."

He stared at the ceiling for a moment, his thoughts swirling. "David's young. He doesn't know how much money this really is. He'll listen to me. He has to."