Michael Sterling stood on the balcony of his office. He held a cup of tea. He felt calm. The win against Wolves had saved their momentum.
Arthur Milton stood next to him. Arthur was eating a bag of wine gums.
"It is too quiet Boss," Arthur said chewing a red sweet. "Usually something explodes by now. Or Diego eats something he should not eat."
"Enjoy the silence Arthur," Michael said. "Silence is a luxury in the Premier League."
Then the silence died.
It started with a low thumping sound. Thump. Thump. Thump.
The water in the tea cup started to vibrate.
"Is that an earthquake?" Arthur asked dropping his bag of sweets. "Did Diego jump too hard?"
"Look up," Michael said pointing at the sky.
A helicopter was descending. It was not a normal helicopter. It was painted entirely in gold. It sparkled in the sun. It looked like a flying piece of jewelry.
The players on the pitch stopped running.
Diego Nunez looked up. He opened his mouth.
