Sebastian POVThe silence in the boardroom was tight. The wood beneath my hands felt cold. Across the table, Commissioner Devereux stared at me, his eyes wide. He was trying to look calm. His right hand was pressing hard into the leather of his chair."You think you can scare me with a threat of prison, Sebastian?" Devereux said. He pulled his shoulders back, trying to look strong. "You are an owner, nothing more. You do not make the rules of this league. The bylaws stand.""The bylaws do stand," I said, straightening up slowly. I did not raise my voice. A quiet leader does not need to shout to get attention. ". You no longer have a board to enforce them."I reached into my pocket. Pulled out a small black flash drive. I placed it gently on the center of the oval table. The tiny piece of metal slid across the polish, stopping right in front of the heavy-set owner from Boston."What is that?" the Boston owner asked, looking from the drive to my face."That is why Arthur wanted a distra
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