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A golden sunlight streamed through Kristin's window in a polite announcement about the sunrise. Kristin's eyes opened, and she awoke from her deep sleep to another day that brought new hopes and aspirations. The golden rays of the morning sun shone on his still blurry and sleepy eyes, making them annoyed. He quickly raised his hand to guard them. He yawned stifled, his eyes closing once more as he took a few moments to enjoy the brief darkness. The beauty of a fresh new day is not tempting enough to get her out of bed.

He slept late the night before after attending a post-match get-together with some of his friends. Everything about him, from his arms to his legs, still felt heavy. Nevertheless, he reopened his eyes a moment later to glance at the useless alarm clock, shining red, on his bedside table. He did not want to sleep until noon even though he was still tired.

But when she realized it was only 09:30, she succumbed to the temptation of sleeping and went under the blanket once more. He was able to sink back into his dreamland for another hour or two because he had no schedule for that Thursday morning.

But things do not always go according to one's wishes or desires. Not long after Kristin closed her eyes, intending to go back to sleep, her phone rang and shook at her bedside table. He still ignored her for a few seconds, trying his best to condition his mind to sleep once more. He believed that whoever called would give up and wait after a few rings. However, the buzz soon switches to the catchy \Taylor Swift ringtone.

Kristin could no longer ignore her phone with a noise near her bed. He reached out, intending to take it while cursing himself for not putting it into silent mode when he was about to sleep the night before. All he had in mind was to turn it off immediately and go back to doing the necessary thing, which was to sleep from his exhaustion. She did not want to disturb the sleep of her morning beauty just because of a phone call.

But while peeking at his shining smartphone screen, his eyes opened completely, drawing his full attention in an instant. His mind quickly turned into a very high definition as he forced himself out of bed. Without a moment's delay, he pressed the "accept" button to receive the call.

"Hello, Kristin," A deep, slightly hoarse voice rang out from the other end of the phone. "How's your morning? Did I wake you?"

"Good morning, grandfather," Kristin spoke on the phone, making sure her voice remained stable and there were no signs of sleep left. "I wasn't expecting your call today. I woke up early but was taking a shower."

"Oh, okay," Martin Stein, his grandfather, replied. "Don't worry. I'd just like to check on you. It's been a long time, maybe two months, without you visiting. Did you follow up with the sporting director about the possibility of taking a few months as an intern at the club? I already mentioned it to him. He promises to consider you for several volunteer positions during the period before you start college."

"Oh, that," said Kristin, walking towards the large window that covered most of the wall on one side of her room. "I've met Mr. Erik Hoftun, and he promised to take me on board during the summer. If everything goes well, I'll be placed in the publicity office."

"Okay, then good," said Mr. Steins. "If you have a challenge there, call me. Even though I'm out of management, my words still carry a burden on the club."

Kristin's smile faded from hearing that. He took a moment to organize his thoughts as he peered out from the curtains, noticing that there was already a pearl light in the sky. But a moment later, he closed the curtain once more as the sun outside was too blistering for his still blurry eyes.

"Grandfather," he said after a while. "Do you know if the new coach is involved?"

For a few seconds, there was silence on the other end of the phone. But when Kristin begins to worry that she is causing her grandfather to hang up, her voice is heard through the speaker of her phone once again. "Christin" said Mr. Stein, the tone is grim. "I've made sure that the new coach is not one of them. It seems like they didn't get the chance to sign him because of how quickly he went from academy coach to senior team manager."

"Do you know about the other people involved?" Kristin investigates, retraces her steps and sits back on her bed.

"Yes, I have one suspect" replied Mr. Stein. "But don't talk about this on the phone. And please don't try to ask this of the other club employees when you meet them. Stay away from this and focus on internships. It would be good for you if you'd ever manage an agency in the future. Okay?"

"Yes, grandfather," replied Kristin, her tone humble.

"It's good" said Mr. Martin, his voice seemed relaxed. "If you have time, come and see me, and I'll tell you all about the problem. Also, try to get Zachary to visit me when you come. It's been a long time since I last saw her. . I also need to warn him about such a matter."

"Okay, grandfather," Kristin replied. "I'll tell him. By the way, how's your health? Do you feel better after the surgery?"

"Don't worry" replied Mr. Stein. "I'm getting better day by day. Soon, we'll be traveling around the world like before." He added jokingly.

"Okay, be careful" said Mr. Stein. "But please come back and visit your family once in a while. They may not understand your dreams, but they still care about you. Okay?"

"Yes, grandfather," Kristin replied indifferently. "I'll try."

"That's my grandson," replied Mr. Stein excitedly. "I hope you do so soon. Good bye." He added and ended the call right after.

A troubled smile adorned Kristin's face as she glanced at her iPhone screen one last time before throwing it on her bed. He did not like it in the slightest when his grandfather asked him to visit his parents.

He could talk to his grandfather without worrying. After all, he was one of the few people in his family who really understood him because he also enjoyed sports. Talking to other family members is another matter. He was afraid to imagine having to face them once more. He could not sit together with them in a room without a quarrel breaking out within minutes.

He hopes to avoid them for as long as possible because they are at odds with his dream of becoming part of the sports industry.

When he was young, they constantly forbade him from getting too involved in any sport. He can't remember whenever they considered his love of skiing, chess, and football. They have always insisted that he needs to learn and learn to handle the family business rather than wasting time in a field that he has no talent in.

At one time, when he stood firm and insisted on joining some professional ski clubs, they used their influence and blocked him from gaining membership. They even sent him to a boarding school in Switzerland soon after, arguing that they needed to improve his rebellious attitude before it was too late. If not for his maternal grandfather, he would never have had the opportunity to engage in any sport, be it chess or football. He'll stay cooped up somewhere, reading accounting books and other boring stuff.

"Kristin, are you awake?" The voice of Monica Rinning, her flatmate, was heard from behind her bedroom door, accompanied by a few loud knocks. "Will you have breakfast with me? I've made eggs, vegetables, and some cookies."

"Okay," Kristin replied, shouting back. "I'll be out in a few minutes. Give me a few minutes to refresh myself."

Ten minutes later, Kristin sits across from her flatmate at their small dining table, enjoying a light breakfast. Their dining room brings a happy atmosphere interwoven with the aroma of their food that soothes Kristin to the bone. She felt her mind getting clearer—all her worries were forgotten as she enjoyed her breakfast.

"You didn't go to practice today!" He said to his flatmate after finishing his breakfast.

"Day off," replied Monica Rinning, her eyes never leaving her cereal bowl. "You didn't play the game yesterday?" His flatmate asked after a while, among the cereal feeds.

"I watched Rosenborg's home game late" replied Kristin, leaning back in her chair and sipping her juice. "I came back very tired and couldn't concentrate."

"Oh," said Monica, glancing for the first time at Kristin. "You'll fall in rank."

"I don't mind" Kristin replied, the corner of her mouth raised. "I don't want to move up the chess ranks so quickly. It would catch the attention of my people even before I could join the union."

"It's up to you" said Monica. "By the way, have you checked Olav Brusveen's Facebook page today? I mean Olav, TV2 sports journalist."

"No," Kristin replied, raising an eyebrow. "Why?"