Novel & Cerita Jeremias 17-5

"This is everything. Harvard, the money, nationals..." "Which is exactly why you can't give up now." Coach's expression softened. "Look, I'm not going to lie to you. This is going to be brutal. Diego's starting from zero, and you've got three weeks but you're the best debater I've ever coached. If anyone can pull off a miracle, it's you." "You want me to train him?" "I want you to save your team." He pushed off the wall. "Carmen's got her hands full managing everyone else. Raj and Jamie are working on research. Mia's prepping rebuttals which leaves you."

Nathaniel: "You're not even half-good as my mommy's pursuers. Just give up." Jeremiah was thrown off balance. Jeremiah: "Don't worry, I won't have any sort of thoughts toward your mommy. I'm only interested in you, you little brat." Nathaniel immediately went offline.

His goal was clear: to undermine Jeremy's success as head coach and reclaim the position for himself. Despite the turmoil, Jeremy remained resolute. His focus was split between managing the Cannibals and his new venture with the Denver Outlaws. The women's football league had recently approved the sale of the Outlaws to Jeremy, a move that marked a significant milestone in his career. With this new responsibility, Jeremy had to make strategic decisions quickly and effectively. One of his first was to hire Chris Wixson, affectionately known as "The Wiz," as the Outlaws' QB coach. This decision came on the recommendation of Lloyd Wright, the owner of the Billings Wolves and Jeremy's close frie

He's asking if I want to take points on destroying someone who betrayed us both. “Very comfortable.” “Good. I trust your judgment completely.” The line went dead. Harper stared at the silent speaker, then at me. “What does that mean?” “It means you're now dealing with me exclusively.” I settled back into my chair, my fingers steepled in front of me. “And I learned negotiation tactics from someone who doesn't believe in losing.” “Emery, please—” “Here's my counteroffer.” I cut through her desperation. “You help us locate and destroy those files. All of them. Every backup, every hidden drive, every encrypted copy.”

I advised. He smiled, that made me know he liked the advice. "Alright then Mr Jeremiah, we can do three weeks. Now let's talk about percentage cuts” I didn't know if it was just me but Jeremiah sat up straight at that, things were about to get heated. "Your initial contract stated a fifty five percentage cut for your company” Jeremiah nodded, his face hard now, none of the friendliness on it anymore. "I believe so Mr. Rhein, none of my contracts go out without me checking them”

Make me yours, Jeremy. I brushed my lips against his and whispered, "Voz'mi menya. Ya khochu byt' tvoey vo. Vsevozmozhnykh smyslakh, Dzheremi." [Fuck me. I want to be yours in every way possible, Jeremy.] Jeremiah stared at me for a long, agonizing moment. And then he smiled. Slow. Dangerous. Definitely… pleased. He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear as he said, “Good." He stood up, hauled me up with him and pushed me on the bed and growled, showing the first sign of his own control fraying, "I was tired of fucking waiting."

Jeremy leaned on the doorframe, voice calm but edged like a blade. “You’re off tonight, Jeremiah. What’s eating you?” Jeremiah didn’t look up, wrench clanking. “Just tired, boss. Rally’s got us all wound tight.” Jeremy stepped closer, eyes narrowing. “Tired, huh? You’ve been ghosting me all day—where you at with Rosa? You find her?” Jeremiah’s wrench paused, just a beat, then resumed. “Still sniffing, Jer. Slums are a mess—lotta holes to check.”

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Our numbers may not be what we had hoped for but it may be enough if our competitors are doing worst. “No idea. No reports or anything has come in yet. Julianna’s team member is trying to do some kind of assessment but the numbers are not in yet either,” Jeremy replied. --To be continued…

He is unable to accept that one of his best friends is dead. Without thinking, he dialled Liam, whom he left back at his house because he was drunk. Liam didn't immediate answered his call. He answered after dialing again and again for four times. "Jeremy, what the hell man? Are you planning to kill me with your calls?" Liam complained, unknown about what is happening outside. Jeremiah ignored Liam's rant. "Theo's car met with an accident. These people are telling me that he might be....." Jeremiah paused, unable to finish that sentence.