THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME

After dropping Camilla off at her workplace, Zachary headed to Trondheim Torg Shopping Mall to meet with Emily, his agent, and Heather Miller, his investment consultant. He expertly navigated his R8 GT through the morning traffic and managed to make it to his destination by 9:00 AM, the scheduled time for the meeting. He pulled up into one of the parking spots in front of the Trondheim Torg before alighting from the vehicle.

The early morning sun rays warmed up his skin as he locked the car doors. He smiled as the slightly warmer spring weather was to his liking. His mood brightened as he turned around, intending to start making his way towards the entrance of Trondheim Torg.

"Zachary! Zachary..."

Suddenly, a few juvenile voices sounded from a distance. Before Zachary could react, a group of youngsters, probably between the ages of twelve to fifteen, streamed forward and cornered him, forcing him into a tight encirclement beside his R8 GT. Their faces were all smiles as they glanced at him with sparkling eyes.

"Zachary! An Autograph."

"Zachary, sign my shirt for me."

"Zachary..."

Zachary was stunned as his eyes took in the over-eager faces of the dozen or so young men and women asking for his autograph. But that didn't stop him from agreeing to their requests since they all seemed like hardcore fans of Rosenborg.

He received a sharpie from one of the young men before signing his name on his shirt. Then, he handed the shirt back to the boy before moving on to another. Since he didn't wish to be overly late for his meeting with Emily and Heather, his scribbling speed got faster and faster as he signed his name on more and more items handed out by the fans.

However, after signing about a dozen autographs, he realized that the number of the fans crowding around him hadn't lessened. Instead, they increased by the second, as more fans joined in on the fun, seeking a chance to acquire an autograph on their own.

Zachary immediately decided to harden himself after signing the autographs for the first group of boys and girls who had approached him. For the first time ever, he rejected the requests of the rest of the fans with a few polite words before pushing through the crowd and heading towards the entrance of Trondheim Torg.

The fans let out sighs filled with disappointment and called out to him a few more times as he stepped away from them. But even though he felt a little remorseful for ignoring them, he still didn't relent. Since he wished to make it to the meeting place as soon as possible, he continued walking forward without looking back until he stepped through the enormous doors of the shopping mall.

"Good morning, Zachary," Emily greeted him right after he settled down on the seat opposite her own a few minutes later. They were at a corner table in a cafe on the top floor of the shopping mall. "You're quite late."

"Good morning, Emily," Zachary replied, smiling with resignation. "A group of fans intercepted me right in front of the shopping mall. That's why I'm late."

Emily smiled, her blue eyes flickering with a hint of amusement. "Maybe," she said, "you should always wear a face mask while moving around Trondheim. That will ensure that the fans won't bother you anymore, Mr. Popular guy."

Zachary smiled and turned his attention towards Miss Heather Miller, his investment consultant. Like the first time he'd met her, she was similarly dressed in a dark blue suit that matched her blue eyes peeking from behind a pair of chic spectacles.

"Good morning, Miss Heather," Zachary said, smiling at her.

"Good morning, Zachary," she voiced, reaching out with a manicured hand from across the table. "It's nice to meet you in person once again."

"Nice to meet you, too," Zachary said, taking her hand. "I'm sorry for being late. A fan incident outside interrupted me."

"No problem," she said, smiling and withdrawing her hand. "You were only late by a couple of minutes. I really don't mind."

"So," Emily chimed in with a smile. "Should we first order some coffee before discussing business?"

"Good idea," Miss Heather said. "A cappuccino would be nice."

"What about you, Zachary?" Emily asked, glancing at him.

"I'll also have a cappuccino as we discuss," he replied.

"Great," Emily said before calling the waiter. She quickly placed the orders and then sent the waiter away in only a few seconds.

"So, Zachary!" Miss Heather said after the waiter was out of earshot. "On the phone, you said you were ready to purchase the Tesla shares. Do you still wish to invest the 500,000 Euros you previously mentioned?"

Zachary shook his head. "I have decided to triple the amount I'll be investing in Tesla Inc. I want to buy shares amounting to 1.5 Million Euros as soon as possible."

Heather's blue eyes widened slightly. She seemed startled. "That's a very bold investment. Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am sure," Zachary replied. "Can you make it happen? Will you be able to find people willing to sell shares worth that much?"

Heather breathed out deeply before saying, "Tesla shares are always available on the Nasdaq exchange. We can purchase them during American working hours from Monday through Friday. We only need to place an order using your brokerage account, and everything else will be automatic. You'll soon get people to sell you their shares."

"Then, what are we waiting for?" Zachary said with a smile. "Let's place the order after we finish our discussions here."

"That's okay," Heather said with a smile. "But, I need to do some preparations first before we can make the purchase. I want to ensure that your financial details and tax information are all in order before we place the order."

"You already have my details," Zachary said. "So, you can go ahead and make the preparations. My only wish is to get this investment over with as soon as possible."

"I understand." Heather smiled and stood up from her seat. "This means that you'll need to excuse me for now so that I can go and make some calls. We'll be ready to place a market order using your brokerage account in about two hours. Let's meet then."

Emily narrowed her eyes. "You're leaving before taking your cappuccino?"

"I have to leave right away," Heather replied. "Otherwise, I'll not be able to prepare all the details necessary to make such a large purchase in a couple of hours."

"Okay, then," Emily said. "Go and do what you have to do. But make sure that everything is in proper order before Zachary places the order. We don't want him to lose money or time because of a few neglected irregularities."

"Don't worry," Heather said. "I won't miss out on anything. See you in two hours." She added before picking up her handbag and striding away from the table. And soon, her silhouette was already stepping through the cafe's doorway.