The meeting room at La Liga headquarters was grand. It had marble floors, velvet curtains, and a giant chandelier that looked like it cost more than Milo's entire business empire.
Alex sat at a long mahogany table.
Around him sat the managers of La Liga.
Xavi (Barcelona). Simeone (Atletico). Emery (Villarreal). And the others. They looked like a council of wizards, but with nicer suits.
Alex adjusted his tie. He was the youngest person in the room by twenty years.
"Welcome," the La Liga President said. "We are here to discuss the new season. The rules. The schedules."
He looked at Alex.
"And to welcome our new colleague. Senor Finch. The Professor."
Simeone snorted. He didn't look at Alex. He was busy drawing angry squiggles on his notepad.
Xavi smiled politely. "Welcome to Spain. The football here is... different. More technical."
"I like technical," Alex said. "Geometry is universal."
