The agent who walked in was smooth, professional, and all business. He was dressed in an immaculate suit, his tie perfectly in place, his demeanor calm but with an energy that hinted at his experience. He introduced himself as Daniel Jacobs, a well-known agent in the soccer world.
"Gentlemen," he said, extending a hand to each brother, "I've been following your careers for a while, and I must say, I'm impressed. You've all got a lot of talent, and the potential is clear. I'm here to make sure you don't waste any time. Let's talk about how we can take this to the next level."
He had a portfolio with him, full of charts, data, and images of professional players. As he opened it, he laid out a roadmap for their careers—trial offers, sponsorships, and the possibility of moves to Europe or top teams in the U.S.
KJ leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "What's your angle, Mr. Jacobs?"
Jacobs smiled, a knowing glint in his eye. "My angle? Simple. To get you the contracts and recognition you deserve. To make sure you're in the right environment to grow and succeed. I have contacts with top clubs, and I know the right people who can open doors for you. But first, we need to discuss a few things."
Kareem raised an eyebrow. "What kind of things?"
Jacobs paused for a moment, then spoke carefully. "I want to make sure your brand is solid, that you're marketed correctly, and that you get the right representation. We'll also handle all the business logistics—the negotiations, the deals, the paperwork. All you'll need to focus on is playing."
The idea of being in the hands of an agent felt foreign, even uncomfortable. The brothers had always been used to relying on themselves. But now, they were faced with the reality that they were about to enter a world where soccer wasn't just about their skills—it was also about how they were packaged and sold.