Miranda exhaled and closed the folder containing the details of all the offers. "Alright, let's start cutting."
She tapped Madrid's offer first. "We both know this one isn't happening."
Izan nodded. "It's Madrid. It's everything a player dreams of, but…" He paused, searching for the right words.
"I don't want to fight for my place every week just to prove I belong. Not when they already have Jude, Mbappé, Vinícius, Rodrygo, and Endrick."
Miranda arched a brow. "Not to mention that 'we don't trap players' line. Sounds noble, but it also means they wouldn't hesitate to replace you."
Izan exhaled. "Yeah. Madrid is Madrid, but this isn't the right time for me."
Miranda moved on. "City?"
Izan barely hesitated. "If Pep personally called, I'd have thought about it longer. But I can already tell I'd be a piece in his system, not the focal point. I don't want to spend three years being molded into 'Guardiola's version of me.'"
Miranda nodded, flipping the page. "And United?"
