Michael Sterling sat in his office, which currently looked like the command center of a chaotic military operation. There were empty coffee cups stacked in a pyramid on his desk. There were maps taped to the walls. There were three different phones laid out in front of him.
Arthur Milton was speeding down the M1 motorway toward London to find the Angry Reject, Isaiah King. That left Michael alone at the Sterling Era Training Complex to handle the international business.
He checked the time. It was 2:00 PM in Barnsley.
That meant it was 10:00 AM in Montevideo, Uruguay.
And it was 10:00 PM in Tokyo, Japan.
Michael cracked his knuckles. He looked at the empty leather chair in the corner of the room. His Dad, Steve Sterling, had been the king of the deal. Steve could sell sand to a desert. He could sell ice to a polar bear. Michael took a deep breath. He had to channel his inner Shark.
He picked up the first phone.
