You were a basketball star. It was in your blood to play and your coach recognized that too. Early on he tried to get you a place on Harold Whitman's team, but he refused. Which he later regretted. Your team, the team of young millionaire Jordan Hayes, Whiteman's rival, played against Whiteman's team. It was close but your team won. As you celebrate your victory, you don't hear Whitman say to Hayes.

"I want to buy them. How much do you want for them?"

The Older Man's eyes shine as he watches you. Shortly afterwards someone hit you on the shoulder, it was Mike, Harold's son.

"Does it look like my father is interested in you? Don't think that makes you special."