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Samantha’s POVI sat on the wide velvet sofa, hands limp on my knees, staring at the text glowing on my phone screen.I stared at the message on my phone until the screen dimmed.Anthony: I am ready. Are you dressed? Should I come over?My stomach twisted into a hundred confused knots. I was not dressed. I was not ready. And I had no idea what to reply to him. The problem was not just the dress. The problem was everything.He had been burning up with a fever barely a few hours ago. I had expected him to sit this one out, to sleep, to rest, to recover. That was why I had not bothered to find a dress or even think about attending the opening night. It made sense. If he was not going, why would I?And I was sitting in the middle of my room, staring at my phone, trying to figure out how to lie without sounding like a terrible person.I typed.Almost ready.I deleted it.Working on my hair.Deleted again.I could tell him the truth. That I was nervous. That I did not have a dress. That I
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Samantha’s POVCole stepped closer, arms crossed, irritation written all over his face. “He is being polite. What they said was worse than that. They basically implied neither of you were important enough to give real rooms to.”My stomach twisted tightly, like something inside me had been pulled into a hard knot. It was not surprising. Not after everything that had happened today. Still, hearing it out loud made heat rise behind my eyes.Isaac rubbed his forehead slowly with the heel of his hand. He looked exhausted, worn, and holding back a deeper anger that seemed ready to break through. “I am sorry you had to see Anthony like this,” he said. His eyes drifted back to the bed. “He hides it well, but long trips always drain him. More than he will ever admit.”“I know,” I said quietly. My voice sounded tired to my own ears.I looked at Anthony again. He was still curled on his side, blanket wrapped around him almost protectively. His hair fell across his forehead, and even in sleep, h
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Samantha’s POV A cold anger flickered in his eyes, sharp enough that I took a small step back. It was the kind of anger that did not explode. It froze. A silent, controlled fury that made the air feel heavier.He did not say a word. Not yet. He swallowed, jaw tight, and exhaled through his nose like he was trying to stop himself from saying something violent.Cole walked in behind him. His brows shot up as he scanned the room. “Jesus Christ. They put you two in here?”I shook my head slightly and whispered, “Please. Anthony is sleeping.”Cole nodded, but his eyes stayed wide in disbelief. “This is smaller than my dorm back in college.” He lowered his voice. “And that place was tragic.”Isaac did not laugh.He did not make any comment.He did not even acknowledge the joke.He was too focused.He stepped forward, moving straight to the bed without asking permission. The moment he saw Anthony curled in on himself, with the blanket pulled tight and his hands tucked close to his chest, I
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Samantha’s POVThe room was quiet, the kind of quiet that makes your own thoughts too loud. The curtains were drawn halfway, letting in a dim, golden outline of late afternoon light. I had been lying on my back for what felt like hours, staring at the ceiling, listening to the soft, even breathing coming from the other side of the room.Anthony was curled into the corner of his bed like a child who had finally found a safe place to sleep. The blanket was wrapped so tightly around him I wondered if he felt cold or if he just needed the weight. It still shocked me a little. When I had walked out of the bathroom earlier, hair dripping, clean clothes on, ready to tell him the bathroom was free, I had not expected to see him like that.He had not even removed his hoodie. He had not showered. He had not said a word. He had folded into himself and knocked out before I could ask if he was alright.My first instinct had been to wake him. I had paused near the side of his bed, leaning down,
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Isaac’s POV The director opened his mouth, muttered something, but I did not listen. His feeble words were irrelevant. What mattered was accountability. What mattered was demonstrating that no one, not even a director at a high-profile event, could intimidate my athletes or compromise their careers.“You are going to make sure that my athletes have the accommodations they deserve. They will be moved to a proper hotel tonight. Two rooms. Separate. Full privacy. No exceptions.”I let that sink in, watching the chair’s face drain of color one shade at a time. “This is not a favor. This is your obligation. And I will make sure the press knows why this change was necessary.”I took a slow step forward, deliberately closing the distance so he could feel every ounce of my anger. “If you think I will let this slide quietly, you are wrong. You have made your choices, and now you will face the consequences.”The event chair began to stammer, words tripping over themselves as he tried to defen
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Isaac’s POV The chair tried again, voice thin. “Sir, surely we can discuss…”“I am done discussing,” I said. “This is no longer a negotiation. You crossed every line you could have possibly crossed, and now you will answer for it.”The director swallowed, eyes glassy. “Do… do you understand the pressure we are under? The deadlines? The…”“Do you understand the gravity of what you have done?” I asked slowly, enunciating each word so he could not pretend to misunderstand. “You tampered with international budgets. You endangered athletes. You misled your sponsors, your staff, and your participants.”His breath quickened, the panic finally fully surfacing.I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a near whisper.“Tell me. Do you understand the gravity of that?”The room felt like it had stopped breathing.The director nodded quickly, almost frantically, words tripping over themselves as they left his mouth. “Yes… yes, sir. I understand. I do. I… I understand completely.” He stuttered.He
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