"Are You Sure There Is No One To Contact? Your Team?" "You Want To Get Rid Of Me?" Charles Teases. He

"Are you sure there is no one to contact? Your team?" "You want to get rid of me?" Charles teases. He paints crimson, Max stammers, "No- just, you are a premier league player so-" "You are a football fan, Max," Charles wiggles his eyebrows "and I am coming home with you." The crimson deepens, Max huffs, his face pouty, he looks like an adorable kitten, "I am a Richmond fan." Charles laughs at that, Richmond? No one is a Richmond fan. "Fuck you. Richmond is good." Max's face is tight now, the red bordering on angry. Angry kitten. He purses his lips, suppressing the laughter, "Right." "We'll win this season." Max insists, "We have Sainz too now, so we will." "What?"  Max stares at him, realisation dawning his face, "You don't know." Charles grunts, annoyed, "No. What?" Max turns his phone on, a video of Pep playing on the screen, "We are loaning Carlos Sainz Jr. to AFC Richmond for the new season." Charles feels his heart beat in his ears. Two aces, Charles. The room erupts in noises. "No further questions."

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