Izan and Miranda sat across from each other in the sleek, glass-walled office of World of Sports, the renowned global hub for all things athletic.
The office, adorned with vibrant posters of iconic monts in sports history, humd with a quiet energy.
A few portraits of the players under the brand were also displayed in the office.
The air carried a faint aroma of coffee. Miranda picked up her cup and brought it to her mouth before proceeding to draw a sip from it.
Izan, leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping to a rhythm on the desk.
Miranda, poised yet vibrant, sat upright, her bright eyes scanning the docunts spread before her on the polished oak desk. Her auburn hair was tied neatly in a ponytail, emphasizing her determined expression.
She wore a tailored blazer paired with a stylish blouse, striking a perfect balance between professionalism and creativity. Her passion for sports was evident.
"Okay, so before they co, I want to discuss a few things,", she said as she looked at Izan. The latter nodded motioning for her to continue.
"Okay so firstly, I don’t want you to show too much emotion during the talks. Too much eagerness can put us in a bad position in the negotiation," she said before adding, "If sothing seems good to you, don’t react too much, okay?".
Izan nodded at her words. "And don’t worry, I won’t let you suffer a loss in this deal," Miranda said confidently.
The two sat there for a few minutes before the door to the sleek office was opened. "Hello Ms. Miranda" he said before turning to Izan, "Mr. Hernandez, it’s a pleasure to have you here" Hans Webber, the sponsorship coordinator said while he stretched out his hand.
"Thank you, and I’m glad to be here too," Izan said with the best stoic face he could do. Hans Webber was a bit stunned by the lack of emotions on his face.
"Says he’s glad but doesn’t even have a hint of emotion on his face. Is he really a kid? " Hans Webber thought with a slight smile.
Hans Webber also shook hands with Miranda before introducing the female assistant he had brought beside Jan as Helena.
Izan and Miranda also nodded at her before sitting down. "How was the way, coming here," Webber said, trying to make small talk.
Miranda engaged with him for a while before they proceeded to start the negotiations. No matter the relationship between the two, it was a full-on battle from here on out.
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"Mum, have you heard from Izan? He said he’d call before his flight." Hori asked her mother who was working with her screen pad on the table.
"Yes, Hori. He called this morning. He’ll arrive tomorrow morning or tonight. It depends on how fast they finish with the talks about his deal" Komi said, tapping on the screen with a pen.
"Ah, my heart is full. It’s been 4 days since he left for Germany. I can’t wait to see my son. How does he look? Has he changed much?" Komi said drawing an annoyed look from Hori.
"There she goes again with that thing. He looks good! He’s grown a beard now, and his hair is longer.
I think he’ll bring gifts," Hori said in a sarcastic tone that made Komi laugh.
Komi wanted to continue the pointless conversation but the sll of sothing burning made her charge fast into the kitchen.
"Does she have ADHD?" Hori said, looking at her mother, who had a smile on her face in the face of sothing burning.
The smoke detector beeped for a mont before stopping. Hori just shook her head before going to the couch to continue with her show
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Back in the office adorned with jerseys and morabilia, Miranda sat across from the sponsorship coordinator and a few representatives of Adidas.
Izan, who now sat beside her, looked on as they engaged in so small talk.
Miranda represented Izan Miura Hernandez, a rising football star whose flair and charisma on the pitch had captured attention.
Adidas was eager to secure a partnership with the young talent, and Miranda intended to ensure his client got the best deal possible.
Adidas, too, didn’t want to be pressed too much in this deal,l, but judging from their first encounter with Miranda, it wasn’t going to be easy.
Coupled with the excellent performance of Izan during the international break, the contract had to be revised.
"Izan is not just a player; he’s a brand," Miranda said, her tone firm yet persuasive.
"He’s already amassing a global following. His performance last season was a cao put on display to announce himself to the world" she said before halting to look at the faces of those in the seats across her.
"This season speaks for itself. Goals assists. His style, flair, passion, and energy. That’s the kind of image that aligns perfectly with Adidas."
The Adidas executives nodded, exchanging glances. They were familiar with Izan’s growing popularity, especially among younger fans and females.
Miranda leaned forward, her eyes eting theirs. "We’re not just talking endorsents here. We’re talking about a partnership that leverages Izan’s influence to create sothing iconic—signature boots, exclusive apparel lines, and social dia campaigns that resonate."
"But that can wait until he proves himself on a bigger stage", Miranda said. The representatives glanced at each other before looking back at Miranda.
"Izan is a player with Spanish and Japanese roots, playing in Europe. He connects with diverse audiences. Imagine the impact of a campaign rooted in his Asian heritage, paired with his rising European stardom. It’s not just about sales; it’s about storytelling."
"And that brings to the huge Asian Market behind him" she added.
The negotiation was intense but asured. The Adidas team presented their terms, and Miranda countered, ensuring Izan’s image rights, performance bonuses, and targets to et for a renegotiation.
Both sides finally settled on 20 million euros for seven years. That was the best outco of Izan now but next season might just be a different story.
By the end of the eting, both sides appeared satisfied. The deal promised to elevate Adidas’s brand while giving Izan the exposure and financial rewards he deserved.
As the representatives shook hands, Miranda allowed herself a slight smile. She had secured not just a lucrative contract but a platform for her client to make a global impact.
Izan, who had been silent the whole ti, finally, showed a slight smile before looking at Miranda.
Since it was done, Adidas wanted to take a few photos of Izan to commorate the deal as well as put their stamp on him indicating his commitnt to them.
Izan, who had never been through such treatnt, changed into Adidas Wear, which was the sa as his clothes but just had the Adidas logo on it.
It seed Adidas couldn’t wait. The photographer went about his job easily as Izan seed like he had a knack for the job.
Miranda got so of the photos from Adidas and decided to post them on Izan’s social dia handles
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Walking out of the office, Miranda felt the familiar rush of a successful negotiation. For her, this wasn’t just about the money—it was about building legacies, one deal at a ti.
The duo were successfully escorted out by Webber and Helena. After exchanging their goodbyes, the duo left with Jan.
"Was the deal right?" Webber asked, looking at Helena. "He’s got potential. Plus he’s rising. If nothing bad happens, we could gain a lot from this" she said firmly.
"How’s the deal with the kid from Barcelona going" Helena asked. "We should get him on board if they don’t change their minds," Webber said.
"Well then, don’t let them,", Helena said with an attitude that said that she wasn’t just a regular assistant.
"Yes, Madam", Webber replied before Helena walked off.
Izan and Miranda got on the next flight from Bavaria to Spain. The flight would last so 5 hours before they got to Spain.
Izan, who was a bit tired from sitting on the plane the last couple of days, slept the mont the plane got off the ground.
Miranda looked at the boy who was sleeping beside her. "Rest, you deserve it," she thought as she pulled the blanket provided by the plane staff over his shoulders.
Mirànda didn’t last much as she also succumbed to sleep. The duo woke up when it was ti to eat before drifting back to sleep again after eating.
A few hours passed quickly as the lights of Spain showed outside the window. "There is no place like ho," Miranda said as she looked outside.
Izan woke up due to the Pilot’s speaking. He stretched a bit before sending a ssage to Olivia about his arrival in the Spanish Capital.
He also did the sa to his Mother and sister before putting his phone down. The plane’s descent began shortly after he put down his phone.
Looking out the plane, Izan couldn’t wait to get back to club football. Izan shook his head as if rembering sothing, which drew the attention of Miranda.
"Why?" She inquired, but Izan looked at her and said just a word, "School". Miranda understood what he ant and started smiling.
A/n: woke up and decided to release a chapter for my lovely readers. Thank you guys for the gifts and tickets as well as the stones. I wanted to release an extra chapter if we t so powerstone target but I know I’m too lazy to do it so. Good morning though.
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