Hot Adventures With The Hockey Star
"I'm just... tired. But I'm ready to work, Coach. I want to win."
"Good. Because the athletic department just finalized our pre-season calendar." Vance's smirk returned, cold and hungry. "In two weeks, we're hosting Westbridge for a closed-door scrimmage. No cameras. No media. Just blood on the ice. I expect your playbooks to be flawless by then."
"They will be," I promised.
The air inside the Westbridge Country Club was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, aged whiskey, and the suffocating arrogance of old money.