The future

"Hello sir." You say out stretching your hand to him.

He shook your hand with a large grin. "Hello John Doe. Are you ready to become my next LeBron James? Next season I'm giving you the reigns to do whatever you want. If you want to take one hundred shots you can. I'm letting you lead my team and I hope that you'll up for it. If not I can trade you for someone who will. We all know James is leaving and I'm putting all of my eggs into your basket. So will you be my next franchise player?"

He was putting a lot of pressure on you.