[Fruit TF, Male to Pear] "'Revolutionary'." Taylor smirked as he echoed the word. Turning the cup around in his hand, he examined the pale green liquid inside. It looked about as impressive as any sports drink. Maybe even less. At least Gatorade came from an eye-catching bottle. "Yes, Taylor. Revolutionary." Caroline, or so the woman had identified herself, spoke with a patiently clipped tone. "You will be endorsing a formula like no other on the market." Representing VerdAgria, she'd approached Taylor with a simple proposition: their new sports drink was set to go on the market soon, and they wanted to brand it with up-and-coming athletes. If he liked it, he'd get first dibs, and a handsome payment either way. Taylor couldn't have cared less about whether the drink was special or not: he was more than ready to seize that kind of opportunity. But something about the deal still felt off. "Right. And there's no chance this 'formula' would make me drop out of the race