Novelas de Glory Victor

Then you had better pray he blames the brace,not the woman whose symbol is on it” he said and moved away from me. Don’t keep Mr Cole waiting…the private vehicle is waiting at the garage for you. After the board meeting,I sat at the massive conference seat,surrounded by stacks of legal binders, my fingers running through the contract paper Bronisław’s team had handed me. Every time I turned a page, a fresh wave of nausea hit my stomach. I was looking for a page where I could find a solution,something that could help me out of this situation. "There has to be something," I muttered, my voice very low,as I read through each paragraph on liability indemnification. "He can't just assign a licensed medical professional like that,that violates standard European athletic board regulations." Kaja stood near the door, her dark eyes tracking me as she ran a hand through her unequal blonde bob. "Sienna, I've been running the document through three different contract analysis algorithms

I stood helpless like a sheep sold out without any choice.He turned towards the door and left me with a sharp answer “you have no choice Sienna”Outside the glass, rain was beginning to streak across the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking downtown Kraków. Below us, the city was in absolute rage,sport networks had been running non-stop coverage of Jaxson Cole’s catastrophic knee injury for the last twenty four hours straight. Every major news outlet was tearing through our corporate reputation, spreading the failure of Vance bio-mechanical brace like vultures picking over a fresh kill.I stood near the edge of the conference table, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, trying to warm the cold off me.Beside me, Kaja was tapping her foot on the plush carpet, her leather jacket creaking slightly with every tense movement.Around the thirty-foot table sat twelve board members, every single one of them dressed in dark, tailored suits, their faces pale and rigid.The room was so quiet.

I stared at the glowing text in the pitch-black stadium.Across the field, the emergency vehicle carted Jaxson Cole away, the sirens silent but the flashing red lights gave the only signal.Forty thousand people were still standing frozen in silence.The press vans had already surrounded the stadium gates outside, satellite dishes unfolded too. The whole stadium was so noisy,that my head became too heavy.I left with grief to the private telemetry lab, my hands were shaking so much ,I could barely input the door code.I walked into the room,kaja was in there.All I did was stare and think."If you keep staring at the floor like you're waiting for it to swallow you, Sienna, your spine is going to lock in place."kaja said.I flinched, snapping my head up.Kaja stood near the coffee stand in the corner, holding two oversized cups,steam curling into the chilly air. "Drink this," Kaja said, walking over and shoving one of the cups directly into my hand, "you look like a ghost that just g

I never knew what my eyes saw,Was it a dream or should I call a nightmare,I had always known something was off.I looked down again at the screen, as a secondary line of automated code executed itself right before my eyes:DIGITAL SIGNATURE VERIFIED: DR. SIENNA VANCE.ENCRYPTION KEY OVERRIDDEN.The warning on the diagnostic console pulsed like a fresh wound.My fingers hovered over the glass screen, i was completely confused.Someone was using my administrative clearance to breach Jaxson Cole’s profile, and the system was stamping my name into the audit log with every byte of my data stolen.“Sienna, what’s going on?” Kaja asked, her hands on the edge of the aluminum table she leaned on,her eyes widening as she read the red terminal prompt. “Is that… Cole’s pre-game telemetry? How do you even have access to their server?”“I don’t have access to Cole’s team server” I whispered as tears ran down my chin, my voice tight. “I’m not the one accessing it.”Before I could force a manual sy

The room was filled with medicine and first aid treatment, as I opened the door and held Marek into it,helping him on a chair.I pulled the black athletic tape tight on his left ankle, keeping my thumb anchored over his lateral ligament.“Steady Marek,” I said, keeping my voice low and steady despite the pains caused by adrenaline on my ribs. “If I don’t fix your joint well,you won't get on those legs again and we’ll lose the first quarter.”“It’s the opponent game, Doc,” Marek muttered, staring down at his knuckles, which were already scraped red. “If we win Cole’s squad tonight, we secure a spot for the playoffs. I don’t care if my ankle snaps in half after the final whistle.”“I care.” I took the tape swiftly , moved it slowly and patted him gently on the back “And as long as your contract runs through Vance Sports Legacy, i will always decide what’s best for us,whether you step onto that grass or not so Warm up.”He nodded , rolling the joint once before jogging toward the tunne