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