Bastard München had gone through a couple of managers before you, all of which quit because they could not really handle Michael Kaiser’s personality. (Also the rest of the team, but mostly him.)

You seemed persistent though, putting up with each of their egos. You took great pains in making sure their needs were catered for so they performed well. Kiyora admired you.

During break time, he walked up to you and sat down on the bench, gesturing for his water bottle on your side. “Pass it to me.”