Steak for Derek

Derek's point of view:

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Golden boy was asking me to be the school boss?

My eyes widened as I gaped at him, trying to make sense of what he was saying.

"You want me to be school boss? Wh-why?" I stuttered.

Golden boy glanced down at his beer with a thin smile on his face. "To be honest with you, I've been asking myself that same question."

I waited in silence as he continued, "You see, Derek, I wanna leave Griffin Elites and go chase my dreams."

"What are your dreams?" I asked.

"Well, I dream to become a UFC champion one day. That's been my big dream since I was a kid. But my father had other ideas for my future," Golden boy answered.

"What future?" I asked, curious.

"He wants me to follow his footsteps and become a teacher. Griffin Elites was founded and built by him. He wants me to continue the family's business after he retires," he explained.

I was silent at first, then asked, "He's against you following your dreams?"

"Very much so. Which is