Toby looked at his newly printed Chess School leaflet with satisfaction. He had had the artist revise it several times, and the final leaflet was beautiful.
"Mitch Watson World Chess Champion"
The words stood out against the background. With this kind of pulling power, he wouldn't have to worry about finding students. He was just afraid that Mitch would return home one day, and he would lose his star. But he could cross that bridge when he came to it. Right now, all he had to think about was how he could use Mitch to attract more students.
Suddenly a hand tapped him on the shoulder. Toby jumped out of his skin, "When did you get here, bro? You scared me."
"I heard you've tricked Mr. Watson into running a training school with you?" Kip frowned, "How could you do that? If he finds out you are using him, I'm afraid he'll get mad,"
