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The heavy oak door of the boardroom clicked shut behind Amani, the sound echoing softly in the sudden quiet of the corridor. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the bright daylight that streamed through the tall, arched windows, painting stripes of light across the polished floor. Beside him, Mr. Stein's hand rested gently on his shoulder, a silent anchor of support, while a proud, almost paternal smile crinkled the corners of his weathered eyes.

In Amani's left hand, a thick manila envelope felt substantial, almost impossibly heavy. It contained the freshly signed contract, pages of dense legal text that now bound his future to FC Utrecht. Tangible proof.

Everything they had fought for, every hurdle overcome, was now real, solidified in ink on paper. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic rhythm of elation, disbelief, and a dawning sense of immense responsibility.