"Okay, let's see how it goes after this," Baldini said, his phone to his ear as he made his way out of his car, and then turned towards the reception area of the player complex.
The FIGC was still waking up, and Baldini, as usual, had come in earlier than most.
His steps echoed down the corridor, a paper cup of espresso he had gotten from the cafeteria in one hand and his briefcase in the other.
When he reached his office, he pushed the door open, slipped inside and then turned on the air conditioning before taking off his coat.
He set his things down, then stopped by the wide glass panel overlooking the training pitches below.
There, a single figure was running.
Leo.
His shirt clung to his form, and his steps were too disciplined for a casual jog.
Even from here, Baldini could tell the kid was putting in extra work.
He watched for a while, but Baldini only exhaled through his nose, a low snort escaping.
