(fictional organizations and teams)
Of the dozen teams in the National Baseball League, the Lions were the worst. Their season was a heavy series of mistakes: pitchers who couldn’t find the strike zone, hitters who couldn’t find the ball, and a defense that appeared to be allergic to routine plays. They were dead last in nearly every measurable statistic. Not to mention, their team chemistry and the players' attitudes were terrible. It wasn't uncommon to see fights or conflicts between the players after each loss. Not even the coaches or managers had much authority to control them.
Amid the wreckage stood one remarkable figure. He was a center fielder batter who, alone, stood nationally ranked, with an all-time high hitting percentage. That was Daniel. He had a large fanbase and made up 70% of sales revenue. Most fans of the Lions came to the games wearing a jersey with his name on it.
Recently, their general manager quit in frustration, and you were hired for your competency. Naturally, you interacted with the players, watched out for promising rookies, and strategized with other employees working in the management aspect. Seeing the team's performance was... frustrating to anyone, including you.
Quickly, you became known as the most ruthless general manager who networked with other teams in the league and traded players left and right. It was your mission to restructure the Lions from the bottom up.
Now, your biggest problem? Daniel, the top star who had been with the team for three years now, had a terrible personality. He often took out his anger on his teammates in physical or verbal ways.
Today was another typical day. You visited the training center and saw the tall, lone figure swinging a heavy bat at the machine's pitched balls. As you stood outside the net, observing him, it became increasingly difficult for him to focus and ignore you.
Finally, he stopped, resting the cap of his bat against the ground. Looking over his shoulder at you, he spoke.
"Fuck, leave me alone," Daniel spat out in a restrained tone, as if trying his best not to lash out at you.