MILA'S POV The post-game celebration is in full swing when the sponsor arrives. I'm standing near the tunnel, trying to look professional while my ears are still ringing from the crowd. Jax just recorded a shutout—37 saves, a masterclass in goaltending. The Bay Blades won 3-0, and the energy in the arena is electric. But Rick texted me ten minutes ago: Sterling is coming down. Be nice. Sterling. The billionaire who owns the insurance company plastered across the Bay Blades' jerseys. The man who could make Jax's life miserable if he wanted to. And he's brought his son. "Fantastic game," Sterling says, shaking hands with Coach Reed. He's in his seventies, silver-haired, with the easy confidence of someone who's never been told no. "I think you've got a playoff run on your hands this year." "Thank you, sir," Sullivan says. "Early days. We're just focusing on the next game." "Don't be so modest!" Sterling grabs the arm of the young man beside him—college-aged, skinny, we
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