"What exactly do you want?"
"I don't want anything, have you ever considered taking your talent out of the parking lot?"
"Out of the parking lot?"
"Yes, the world is so big, I want to see it."
"Forget it, I just want to play football and make money. I haven't thought about doing anything else. At worst, you can go ahead and report me."
"I'm not threatening you, I just hope you can think it over. With your skills, you should have greater prospects. We can totally do bigger things and save this world. This is my private number; call me if you change your mind."
Boas took a coin out of his suit and handed it to Higuain, then turned and got into a taxi.
Higuain stood there in a daze, watching the taxi disappear into the distance.
Save the world, sounds pretty nice.
When Higuain lowered his head, he discovered he was holding a black business card that read—Guardian of the Magic Tide, Defender of Earth, the Last Magician Luís André de Pina Cabral e Villas-Boas.
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January 27th.
