52. the proposision

Caleb’s P.O.V.

I was staring at all the serious faces. The coach blew out a deep breath, while asshole Samuel Hardt behind his desk was sitting rigid and jerk-like as always. And a sinking feeling about what was about to go down came over me.

“Thank you for joining us, Ms Reese. Have a seat.” Samuel spoke as Reese went to sit next to me but didn't look at me.

“Why am I here?” She asked, her voice sounding stressed and a bit shaky. And I shifted in my seat, trying to understand what these men were all trying to pull here. Samuel opened up a drawer of his desk, pulling out a white envelope that he placed in front of Reese, who looked up with eyes big in surprise. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched the tense exchange between Reese and Samuel, my very own boss. The atmosphere in the room had almost grown suffocating. What the hell was in the envelope?

Samuel leaned forward in his chair, a calculating glint in his eyes.

“Reese, I understand you care for Caleb, but we believe your pr