Michael Smith was the star of his college team. He had all the fame and respect he could have. But all that went away when he a serious injury. He could barely play anymore, even when he was about to enter the NBA Draft. A few years passed and no one remembers him anymore. He was unhappy with his life, so many dreams unfulfilled. And now, at the age of 34, he had been lonely, no was one there for him. No family, no friends, no nothing. He'd sleep everyday hoping he wouldn't wake up. He wanted to commit suicide. He went on top of his apartment's roof, slowly walking to the edge. He was nearly about to jump when his phone rang. He answered it.
"Hello, I'm the owner for a certain team in the NBA, and we'd like to hire you as our new GM."
His eyes widened. He carefully tried to get away from the ledge, but he lost balance.
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