FUENTES SENT A CEASE-ALL LAST NIGHT. The text said he didn't want my agency to do anything in his name.
Then he went off the grid.
I've been freaking out all night.
That kid wears his heart on his sleeve. Sometimes, that's a good thing. It allows me to find the cracks. To pick apart the weaknesses. To manipulate athletes in my favor.
But yesterday, it wasn't a pleasant experience. I saw the disgust on the rookie's face. I saw that he was done with me.
And I knew, in that moment, I'd lost him.
He's probably thinking he'll ride out the two months of probation quietly until he can rip his contract to shreds. That text was a warning shot. A simple courtesy. He values his precious reputation more than the billions I can earn for him.
Normally, I'd applaud that. People don't stick to their convictions when they get this far up the food chain.
Maybe I'd have more patience with Fuentes, if it wasn't my business on the line.
