Izan shook his head, already tired. Miranda, reading over his shoulder, smirked. "Well, would you look at that?"
He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Guess I'm free after all."
Miranda didn't miss a beat. She tapped her phone screen, fingers moving fast.
Lunch tomorrow works.
Send.
Izan leaned back, staring out at the passing streets. One meeting had barely ended. Another was already locked in.
And this time, it was Real Madrid.
....
The sun had barely risen over Valencia when the news broke.
"IZAN MEETS WITH PSG: A TRANSFER IN THE MAKING?"
The headline spread like wildfire, accompanied by pictures of Izan stepping out of the Marina Beach Club in his sleek Saint Laurent suit, Miranda by his side.
Another shot showed him shaking hands with PSG's sporting director, Luís Campos.
The reactions came instantly, but the Wider Football World Wasn't As Kind
@PremierTalk: Another young star chasing money. PSG will have him playing in the Farmers' League for years.
