MasukCHAPTER SIXTY THREENarrative POVDean Jacqueline Keith stepped into the large conference room. “Let's all try to be quick,” she spoke to her assistant. “Did you send the mail to all the lecturers?”“Yes, Dean Keith,” the young assistant answered. She has also made sure the room was clean and all the dean's papers were in order. It was the annual sports and athletics committee board meeting, and everything had to be exact, or she would get fired.“Dean Jacqueline,” the young assistant said. “Before the meeting starts, I just checked your mail and there is something that you need to see, and attend to yourself.”“Can it not wait?” Jacqueline asked, her forehead twisted into a frown.“No.”She sighed and took the tablet from the girl, sitting down at her spot in the head of the table.“Oh my God,” Jacqueline gasped. “Send a mail to Coach Agatha, quick. Tell her the meeting had been cancelled. Call her if you need to.”The assistant left the hall to do as she was instructed, while Jacque
Sera’s POVI grinned heavily. My first stream with K/DA was going amazingly. “Guys, it's so awesome to have you here,” I squealed, racing against a volunteer. “We’ll soon be going on a break, where I will be accepting calls, okay?”I finished the race quickly, squealing when I saw the series of gifts my followers had given me. “Okay, first call.”Donations rolled in every minute, and in the three hours, I had managed to make more money than I had seen when tutoring people.My screen glitched, and a young girl's face was there. “Hi, Seraphiona,” she screamed.“Hello to you, angel. Do you have any questions for me?”“I am a girl, and I am interested in e-sports like you,” she said. “My school's coach refuses to let me play because it's a male sport.”I rolled my eyes. “Your coach is a liar, and he is just sexist. Can you tell me his name and the name of your school so that I can start a hashtag?” Her eyes twinkled. “Oh, would you? Thank you. My school's name is Graceton High, and his na
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE Marcus POVI hung the life jackets on the shelf, my eyes scanning the entrance to make sure no one was coming in while I was at the back.The phone began to ring. I ignored it at first, needing to complete my work, but it rang again, silencing the relative peace I had in the shop.I walked to the counter, sighing heavily. I loved this job so far, but I still preferred being a coach. “Hello?”“Hey, Marcus?”A grin stretched across my face. “Eric,“ I answered. I have been waiting for your call.”Eric was a journalism student I knew with a special interest in sports. He was the one who covered our games when we went on tours and competitions, and he became a good friend to me over time. I had always given him special privileges.“Whatever you are doing,” he answered, “it's working.”My lips twitched. “Really?”“I called her this morning, yeah? Shes ansty already. I am, hello Miss Agatha, could you spare some time to talk to me about something important? I promise not
CHAPTER SIXTYDylan's POVI walked into the training facility alone. Naomi had to go get someone important, and I decided not to wait for her. If I was going to win the next games, I had to practice.A few guys were playing already. “Annyeonghaseyo,” I greeted.“Annyeonghaseyo,” they replied. I settled down into the chair and started the game.“jeo salam-i migug-in-ingayo?” I heard one ask the other if I was the American in their language. I wondered if they knew I could understand, but I ignored them.“ne, maj-ayo. geuga ije silbeojeudo mos igindago deul-eoss-eoyo,” the second one replied, laughing. “migug-eneun dodaeche eotteon hyeongpyeon-eobsneun chaempieondeul-i issneun geoya?”My hands fisted into a ball. How dare they call me a trashy champion? Why would they even think that?“gyesoghaeseo geue daehae iyagihamyeon dangsin-eul bagsalnael geos gat-eun geuleon yuhyeong-ui chaempieon,” I hissed. Their faces twisted into similar shocked expressions.“Yeah, that's rig
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINESERA’S POVI stepped down from the bus, the hit afternoon sun shining in my eyes. Boot camp was my favourite part of streaming, and I could not wait to start.Even though that bitch almost made me loose it.I dragged my small luggage behind me. “Hi,” I smiled at the receptionist. “I am with—”“She's with us,” I heard from behind me. Romeo and a group of my teammates were standing there, and it seemed they had already checked in.I had not seen or spoken to Romeo since that day I saw him at Agatha's house. “Thank you,” I said to the receptionist.“You're late,” Romeo said.“I had a test,” I replied, staring up at him. “How is everyone?”He bit his lips. “That's what it is?”“What are you talking about?” I asked, my Express blank.“Sera, it's not what you think,” he sighed, taking my bag from me. “Agatha is—”“I do not care, Romeo. I genuinely don't.”Something in my gaze must have gotten to him. “Great, well then I should tell you what's been
CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHTAGATHA’S POVCause Tonight's gonna be a good night. Tonight's gonna be a good night…The music floated in my house as I dressed up, bobbing my head along to it. I applied my gloss, then straightened my suit. “Alexa,” I called, “turn music off.”“You look good,” I said, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Many might think I was shallow, but being a woman in esports and being a coach? I had to be cutthroat.I stepped out of my house. There was a small box in front of my door. “What is this?” I said, bending down to pick it up.“For Miss Agatha,” was all the note said.I glanced at my wrist watch. I was meant to talk to the new trainees, but I still had a full hour before I had to see them. I took the box inside, humming beneath my breath.I grabbed a small blade. Maybe this was a gift from Tylson, I thought. He was so sweet.I opened the box. “Huh?”There were no gifts. Just different stacks of envelopes, all properly labeled. I lifted the first







