New Contract and Future Plans

Zachary didn't dilly-dally in the slightest after completing his gym session with Coach Bjørn Peters. He washed up quickly in the dressing room and then donned a new tracksuit before heading to Trondheim Torg for his meeting with Emily.

His R8 GT barely stayed below the speed limit as he traversed the streets of Trondheim. He made it to Cafe Dublin, the agreed-upon rendezvous point, in less than twenty minutes.

Emily Anderson, his agent, was already waiting for him on one of the tables in a far-off corner. She was dressed casually in denim-jean trousers and a stylish dark brown leather jacket. She looked poised like the subject of a piece of art, awaiting his arrival in the slightly crowded Cafe Dublin.

"Good afternoon, Emily," Zachary greeted as soon as he'd settled in one of the seats opposite hers. "I hope you didn't wait for long!"

"Not at all," she replied, lifting her head to glance at Zachary. "I only arrived a few minutes ago. So, no worries."