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Michael was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and always had everything handed to him on a silver platter. He grew up as a spoiled rich kid and became a boss whom many would describe as heartless and a complete tyrant. After firing his fifth assistant in less than two months, salvation finally arrives for everyone on the 60th floor of The Shard: Jamal Musiala steps into the office wearing a cheap suit and thrift-store shoes.
Jamal only took the job out of pure desperation. A brilliant economics student, he accepted the internship for the experience and the weight it would add to his résumé. He expected his contract to pass quickly and smoothly, but instead, he became the only person Michael actually trusts. Jamal is the only employee who dares to challenge him, the only one capable of seeing beyond his facade.
With his thesis turned in and a prestigious job waiting for him, Jamal is ready to leave Michael and the chaos of his world behind.
Michael, however, has no intention of letting him go—even if it means crossing the professional boundaries he worked so hard to maintain.
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Upon learning that Michael Olises joining Bayern Munich, Jamal does the sensible thing and tries to reignite their old friendship.
Unfortunately, Michael isn’t as friendly as he once was. No, scratch that, he just hates Jamal.
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"D'you really think I'd throw a door in your face?"
Michael swallows.
"Not really. But I also didn't think you wouldn't talk to me for two months."
Jamal doesn't meet his gaze.
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Jamal is a history student who has a part-time job at a local bookstore in Munich. He likes it just fine, except for one thing: the local football team, which only seems to win when he has a midterm the next day ! And because life isn’t hard enough, one particular player has decided to show up at his bookstore every Sunday.
He hates it.(This fanfic is just my way to cope with the World Cup, I'm begging you, RELEASE ME ! )
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Michael Olise is not a goalkeeper. He cannot anchor a match ill-fated, nor can he hold onto a love born to always slip away.