The phone call with Marco was a bomb that detonated in the middle of Leon's triumphant, muddy celebration.
He stood in the small, chaotic away dressing room at Macclesfield, surrounded by his singing, joyous, beautiful team, and just stared at the wall, his mind a complete, echoing void.
"He wants you, Leo. He wants you."
Flavio Briatore, the flamboyant, chaotic, and utterly unpredictable force of nature who had once been his boss, wasn't just playing 4D chess with the global transfer market. He was playing 4D chess, writing a soap opera, and conducting a hostile takeover all at the same time. And he had just made Leon the main character, the villain, and the prize, all in one move.
