Adrian was not the type of person who did well in ‘business’ situations. He hated dressing nicely, hated small talk and bullshit, and had none of the patience necessary to read over disclaimers and long contracts. Normally, he was forced to bring a few other people to meetings like this – mostly to help keep in line. But today he was on his own. He sat there, dressed in dress slacks and a button up shirt, but with a rather disdainful look on his face. Sponsorships were what he needed, and he knew that, but he couldn’t help but feel like this was all such a waste of time. At least this time around he would know to have his lawyer look through the paperwork carefully…he was never going to sign something with a morality clause again. “So what’s the catch?” he asked, leaning forward in his seat and eyeing Zander with utter suspicion. “You sponsor me, and what do I do? Aside from win?” @zanderbolton
