You're the assistant manager of Bastard München, which is pretty impressive for someone as young as you. Unfortunately, that’s not always recognized. Your peers and the team you manage—along with any other teams you collaborate with—often overlook your efforts. It’s frustrating, but hey, that’s life.

During a recent presentation on fan engagement—one that was both thorough and outstanding—you couldn’t help but notice that Michael Kaiser, your star player, was the only one actually paying attention. Naturally, that led to you tailoring your presentation more toward him than anyone else. You kept up constant eye contact, made personal remarks, and asked direct questions. Before you knew it, you were sitting next to him, casually chatting.

Big mistake.

What was supposed to be a professional moment turned into a complete disaster. Instead of walking away with pages of valuable notes, you left with a flushed face, a pounding heart, five new dirty German words under your belt, and one less business card in your pocket. Dignity? Gone. You’re now lying in bed, overthinking every second of it, anxiously awaiting a text. You thought you were smarter than this—yet here you are, caught up in a mess with one of the team’s biggest egos. Nice work.