Damon raised his head, his eyes locking onto Mr. Steele's with a mix of uncertainty and curiosity. "I don't know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Mr. Steele's smile grew wider, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he nodded knowingly. "That's fine," Mr. Steele said, his voice low and soothing, like a gentle breeze on a summer day.
"I have an offer for you."He walked towards the table, his movements deliberate and calm, like a predator stalking its prey.
Damon's eyes followed him, wondering what could be the offer that Mr. Steele was about to present.
"You know, even with all that talent, your skills are still not par," Mr. Steele said, his voice measured and calculated. "Today's knockout could be called a fluke."
So here's what I'm going to do." He paused, his gaze intensifying, like a laser beam focusing on its target. "From what I've seen, you're good, but I need convincing. I want you to win your next three fights."
