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Hellsdoom: Ufft, you tempter
Hellsdoom: Ufft, you tempter
26th May 2014
So this was it, the largest meeting yet. I arranged to meet five new people who were my prospective new backroom staff if they accepted their roles. I wanted to get everything organised very early in a quick manner so I didn’t have to sort all of this out at the last minute.
Around the table at my house I had Lukas Koch, a 36 year old lad from Germany who I wanted to hire as the club’s graphic designer. Koch would be the man to design our club badge and sort out the official club website as well as social media graphics. He had studied art graphics in Italy. Secondly, there was my prospective new media manager called Jacopo Udinesi who was in control of promoting the club and creating hype around it to attract new supporters from around the globe and he was to work alongside Koch in the designing as well.
Moving onto actual backroom staff and people who will be sat on the bench alongside the manager (to be decided) on matchdays, I look to hire Sara Silvestre who is a 30 year old woman who I want as the club’s main physiotherapist at the moment. She has a great knowledge of injuries having worked at other sports clubs around the country.
And most importantly, I look to hire three new directors to help me with the day-to-day behind the scenes running of the club. For that I have two old friends I know through business going by the names of Mattia Colombo and Leo Vecoli. On top of that there is an Englishman called Liam Yeowart who has led several large business operations in his home country and surprisingly applied for a role here as Managing Director.
“Well, I hope you’re all comfortable and enjoying the fancy wine I have bought you all for tonight and thank you all for your contributions towards tonight as well!” I began, hushing the conversation from the rest of the room in doing so.
“It is very good Mr. Moretti!” exclaimed Lukas Koch, who I had a feeling was beginning to feel a little bit disorientated with the drink he was taking on board.
“I’m glad, and I’m sure you all read the emails I sent out to you all regarding the purpose of this meeting?” I asked.
“Yes,” the room replied in unison.
“And you are all aware of your roles I am offering?” I asked, preparing the documents that offered everybody their contracts at the club, including their weekly salary and potential bonuses.
The room nodded in agreement this time. “Leo, Mattia and Liam,” I started, “I need to have a word with you once everything has been sorted with the contracts. Are you all OK to stay behind for a bit?”
“Yes. Sure Mr. Moretti,” said Liam Yeowart in his English accent. Mattia Colombo and Leo Vecoli also nodded after Yeowart said this.
“OK, good. Right, I suppose that I should hand out the contracts that I have prepared for you. I’m sorry for the lack of presentation, but I obviously don’t have a graphics designer on my hands just yet!” I smiled towards Lukas Koch as he took another sip of his wine.
The sounds of paper scraping against each other, fingers tapping on the table and pens scribbling on the dotted line took over the current silence in the room. “All done?” I asked, breaking the vocal silence.
“Err... Yes!” Vecoli said, “All done, boss” he continued with a short wink towards me.
“Great, well I think most of our business has been done. Thank you all for being so cooperative tonight, it has really taken a lot of stress off from my shoulders! Here’s to a great future with Vatican F.C.!” I exclaimed, raising my glass – an act which everyone else in the room repeated back to me.
On the way out there were plenty of handshakes between everybody who had been recruited today. Vecoli, Colombo and Yeowart all stayed behind as expected for my chat. About Andrés Moreno.
“Right gentlemen,” I started as the door slammed shut. “Since you are all directors of this club now, I have one big question for you all to start your roles. I say a question; it’s more of a vote.
“Shortly after this club’s start-up, I was offered a very generous amount of money for another man to join us in the boardroom. However, this individual is... How do I put this...? Fairly controversial, to put it lightly. His sector of business is a lot, lot different to any businesses you will have been involved in.”
“Who is it, boss?” asked Leo Vecoli, a 55 year old Rome-based businessman.
“Andrés Moreno.” I said, quickly.
“The Colombian drug baron?” Vecoli asked again.
“Yes. I told him that I have a lot to do at the moment and that I wouldn’t accept him into the board of directors just yet. However, he did offer us $800million for every $2billion he would launder into the football club. I don’t know how you feel about this, which is why I am giving this decision up to a vote. Whoever has the majority means he is either in or out of this club... So?” I opened up the question.
After a short, stunned silence it was Liam Yeowart – by far the most conservative out of all the board members, including myself – with a ‘no’ vote for Moreno. However, at almost the same time as each other, Colombo and Vecoli agreed to let him in. This put the decision in my hands.
“I say yes.” I said, leaving Yeowart in a 3/1 position in the vote which meant that Andrés Moreno would be called up and offered a position in the boardroom, courtesy of $800million per $2billion he laundered through Vatican F.C..
