The month of July melted away like an ice cream cone on a hot pavement. One day it was the start of the transfer window and the next day the calendar said August.
Time moves fast when you are building an Empire.
The Sterling Era Training Complex had changed. The construction cranes were gone. The dust had settled. Now the facility looked like a spaceship that had landed in the middle of Yorkshire. The glass walls of the new academy sparkled in the sun. The grass on the training pitches was cut to the exact millimeter requested by Kai Sora so the ball would roll perfectly.
Michael Sterling sat in his office. The air conditioning was fighting a losing battle against the heatwave.
Arthur Milton was sitting on the floor. He was surrounded by brochures. He looked like a travel agent who had lost his mind.
"We have three invitations Boss," Arthur said wiping sweat from his forehead with a travel guide. "The world wants the Misfits. We are popular."
