22. Different Worlds

In the morning, I’m in front of Brent Harvey’s door a few minutes before nine. I’ve been thinking and I decided that I’ll use this initial meeting to decide whether I’ll take the job.

I intend to discuss our training program before signing the contract, and that should be enough to show me what kind of attitude he intends to bring to the table.

The door opens and a middle aged guy in black trousers and white shirt opens the door. I saw him several times while I worked at the club. Gavin Baker, Brent Harvey’s personal manager.

“Thank you so much for coming,” he says, offering his hand in greeting before stepping aside to let me in. “Please come in.”

“Thank you,” I say, stepping into the apartment.

The place screams luxury, right from the shiny black marble floor to the plush velvet couches and the massive fireplace.

A cabinet on one end of the room displays countless trophies and medals.

The exterior wall is entirely made up of glass windows, allowing in ample natural light into the