"Bloody hell, it's freezing!" Richard muttered, pulling his coat tighter around himself as the cold wind bit at his face.
John chuckled. "Welcome to Scotland, mate."
Richard exhaled, watching his breath fog up in the crisp air. "I wasn't expecting it to be this cold." He rubbed his hands together briskly and glanced around. "John, first stop—coffee!"
But John paused for a moment, checking his phone. His expression shifted slightly, becoming more serious."No—you go ahead first. I need to meet Ian."
Richard blinked, "We just landed."
John gave a small nod. "Exactly. This is a critical window—we can't afford to waste it. Besides, we're only here for a day."
Richard smiled bitterly. This was exactly why he hesitated to fire John as the club's current general manager. Until he found the right replacement, it was better to keep someone who genuinely loved his job.
"Ah, yes. Indeed..." Richard nodded in understanding. "Alright then. I'll be waiting here for the good news."
