The second week of Amani's holiday brought a welcome routine that felt both familiar and refreshing. Morning runs along the beach, afternoon visits to local schools and community centers, evening conversations with family and old friends. The constant buzz of his phone had become background noise that he had learned to ignore completely.
His mother and grandma had taken to answering some of the agent calls herself, politely but firmly explaining that her son was on holiday and not interested in discussing business matters. Her protective instincts had kicked in fully, and she seemed to take personal satisfaction in deflecting the persistent representatives.
"Another one from London," she reported over breakfast, setting down his phone with an amused expression. "This one claimed to represent 'the future of football' and insisted he only needed five minutes of your time."
"What did you tell him?"
