The headline was simple: THE BRAIN.
His mum had already bought five copies. His dad was trying to frame one in the living room.
Alex just felt... embarrassed. He was a sixteen year old kid. He was an analyst. He was not a cover star.
He got to the training ground at seven forty in the morning. "Bastian early".
He walked into the first team locker room.
And stopped.
He could not see his locker.
He could not see his locker because it was completely buried under a mountain of black cardboard boxes.
"What... is this?" Alex whispered.
The whole room was full of boxes. All with that one, simple, white check mark.
Milo, his agent, was standing on a bench, directing two very tired looking men.
"No, no, no!" Milo was saying, talking way too fast. "Put the 'Control' boots by his locker! The 'Speed' boots go to the corner! The 'Lifestyle' sneakers go by the door! It is all about the brand, people!"
