Away from the side, benefitting from all that was going on was Ben Grimm, who sat at his desk, staring at the monitor as the same article refreshed again and again.
The bold headline hadn't changed, and neither had the ache behind his eyes.
"Nike's record-breaking offer to Izan Hernandez leaked — unprecedented terms shock the market."
The words felt like a punch every time he read them.
He leaned back, jaw tight, tapping his pen against the desk.
"Who the hell leaked this?" he muttered under his breath.
His office was quiet, just the soft hum of the city below.
The timing was too perfect, too deliberate.
Only a handful of people had seen the full contract draft, and Nike's internal servers were secure.
It had to come from outside, and the only outside contact who had come into contact with the contract was Izan.
He rubbed a hand over his face, exhaling hard through his nose.
