Jerry was woken up in the morning by a phone call. He had set his alarm to wake him up at seven, but to his surprise, the call came much earlier. Groggily, he rubbed his eyes and rolled over in bed toward the table where his phone was charging. With a sigh, he picked it up and glanced at the caller ID. He let out a small groan.
"Hey, Dad..." Jerry said with an awkward chuckle. He couldn't remember the last time he had spoken to his father on the phone. Their conversations were always awkward, filled with long pauses and unspoken words.
"Alright, Junior, I fucked up with your contract signing." His father, Jeremiah, wasted no time. His voice was sharp and business-like. "Manchester United already told you that, but fuck them. Barcelona is coming to give you a tour around La Masia today to tempt you into joining them. Let me know your decision by the end of the day."