Alessandro's handshake was firm and warm, and his smile reached his eyes as he stepped back to let them enter fully.
"Welcome, welcome," he said, gesturing down the hallway. "Follow me. We've got everything set up."
They walked through Nike's Milan office—sleek, modern, flooded with natural light from floor-to-ceiling windows. Photos of athletes lined the walls: Mbappé mid-sprint, Haaland celebrating, women's teams holding trophies. The swoosh logo appeared everywhere, subtle but omnipresent.
Alessandro led them to a meeting room at the end of the corridor. The space was intimate—glass walls on two sides, a polished table in the center, comfortable chairs, and a large screen mounted on the far wall. Soft lighting gave the room a warm glow despite the modern aesthetic.
"Please, sit," Alessandro said, motioning to the chairs. "Can I get you anything? Water? Coffee?"
"Water's fine," Marco said.
"Same," Demien added.
