“Yes. I’ve bought some land and I need someone to design a house for it.”
“You’ve come to the right place. Who is speaking, please?”
Noah glanced around. He hated dealing with professional people. It brought out his insecurities.
“My name is Noah Farman.”
There was silence for a second. “Noah Farman?”
“Yeah.”
“Like the football player?”
“I am the football player.”
“Give me one second.”
He was put on hold. The music was a pan pipe version ofPink Pony Club. Noah loved the original. This rendition not so much. Even so, he would be humming it for the rest of the day.
Mercifully, Samantha came back on the line super quickly.
“Good news, Mr Farman. We have an opening. Can you get here for three?”
Once they’d finished with training, Noah had planned on spending an afternoon on the PlayStation. But why not strike while the iron was hot? Tito would be more than impressed.
“Sure,” he replied. “I’ll be there.”
“Mr Amato is looking forward to it.”
They terminated the call.
As easy as that?
Noah had no illusion his name had fast-tracked him. It happened a lot. Most of the time he hated using his celebrity status to get things. However, occasionally it came in very useful indeed.
Over the years, he had arranged for Malcolm to meet pretty much every footballer currently playing at topflight level. He’d also taken Ashley and the kids on some great holidays where they found upgrades readily available.
It didn’t sit right with him that he got all this for free when he already earnt so much. It seemed topsy-turvy.
He walked into the gym. Tito and Ewen were watching him closely as he joined them again.
“Well?” Tito asked.
“I’ve got an appointment this afternoon.”
Noah hopped back onto the bike. He would have to rush through the rest of his workout if he was going to get showered and changed before heading into Manchester. The last thing he wanted was to arrive looking sweaty and scruffy.
Ewen clapped him on the shoulder. “Good work.”
“It’s you who did it,” Noah replied. “Thanks for giving me the kick up the arse I needed.”
As he resumed pedalling, he caught Tito scowling.
Thankfully before Tito had the opportunity to make a barbed comment about Ewen, Adam Williams, captain of the team, walked in.
“Listen up, guys,” he said. “This is a quick reminder that I’m hosting my annual January fancy dress party soon.”
Noah turned to Ewen. “January fancy dress?”
