"How was the ride?" Richard Garlick, Arsenal's newly promoted CEO, asked the man walking beside him as they made their way towards the conference room at the facility.
"Not bad, Richard, but I think such small talk should be spared today, no," Josh Kroenke, the son of Stan Kroenke, muttered while staring through the glass expanse where balls in sacks lay still. (Feels so wrong)
Richard Garlick, hearing that, nodded once as they made the last turn towards the room where Arteta was already waiting.
"Good morning," Josh said first, to which Arteta nodded before the three men got settled.
Seeing the paper in front of his seat, Josh Kroenke glanced at Garlick, leaned back in his chair, skimmed the first page, and then let out a short scoff through his nose.
"So this is the famous, or rather infamous, document for us."
Richard Garlick didn't look offended.
If anything, he looked faintly amused.
He adjusted his glasses and tapped the edge of the paper with one finger.
