Jack's POV
"Jack, you're a global star, but you're not invincible," Mason said, pacing in front of me like a drill sergeant. His clipboard waved dangerously close to my face as he rattled off the damage control strategy.
I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. "It was just a misunderstanding at the community center. Angelo pushed my buttons-"
"And the world saw you snap," Mason interrupted, his sharp gaze locking onto mine. "Sponsors hate when golden boys tarnish their halos. We need to fix your image before the charity match. That means philanthropy, good press, and-" He slapped the clipboard down on the table. "-a visit to a local primary school."
I raised an eyebrow. "A primary school? Really?"
"Yes, Jack. Smiling kids. Soccer. Your wheelhouse. It's the perfect 'good guy' move
