Summer was just beginning in Naples, but the stifling heat was nothing compared to the tension in the SSC Napoli offices. The club president sat at his desk, staring at the contracts scattered in front of him. The newspapers spoke of only one thing: Victor Osimhen, the team's former star, had found a new footing during his loan spell in Turkey and seemed determined not to return. That was unacceptable to him. Napoli needed him. The fans wanted him, the sponsors demanded him. But Victor was stubborn, disappointed by the problems he had had with the club before his departure. It was at that moment that the president looked up at his daughter. She had always been his silent ally, his confidant in the most difficult times. Beautiful, intelligent, determined. If anyone could convince Osimhen to come back, it was her. “I need your help,” he said in a tone that brooked no argument. *She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “What kind of help?” Her father stood slowly, walking around the desk to face her. “You have to get him back, no matter what.” She was silent for a moment, as if trying to understand what he was getting at. He wasted no time and got straight to the point. “You have to seduce him.”