Samantha’s POVIsaac gestured for her to sit. “Why don’t you tell us what you think you could bring to this team?” he asked, looking impressed.Dale sat down and folded her hands neatly on the table, shoulders squared, and smiled in that practiced, polite way that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Anthony’s a powerhouse on the ice,” she began smoothly, her tone carrying the authority of someone used to being listened to. “His jumps, his speed, his edge control, textbook. What he needs is someone to keep him polished. A coach who won’t let him slack, won’t let him rely on raw talent alone.”She glanced briefly at me, almost as an afterthought, before her gaze went right back to Anthony. Yeah, red flag, I thought. She’s not here for me, she’s here for Anthony.“With the right strategy, I can help him peak at the Grand Prix.” Dale finished.Anthony’s jaw ticked. I saw it. The way his shoulders stiffened like he didn’t quite like being called out, even if she’d meant it as praise.I leaned f
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