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“I’d almost forgotten you had something you wanted to discuss with me.” “We’ll talk while we walk back to your quarters.” She left no choice but to follow as she turned and started walking briskly down the hallway. Harper fell into step behind her, vaguely aware of Tucker catching up with them as they moved down the corridor. “Take this.” As she spoke, Fiona pivoted slightly to drop a thick booklet into Harper’s hand. Her brisk steps never faltered. “Take time to memorize it.” “What is it?” As she asked the question, she glanced down at the title and frowned. “Employee handbook.” Was she an employee, or was she an independent consultant?

I passed her the documents I'd prepared. "These are my performance reports over the past three years, the monthly sales rankings, and the employee handbook. Please review them," I said, handing over the evidence without making any small talk. Once she took them from me, I continued, "I've met the requirement of being the top salesperson three years in a row, which qualifies me for the reward of a thousand-square-foot apartment, per the employee rewards policy listed in the employee handbook." Then, I paused on purpose to glance at the silent Mr. Hurst before going on.

He reached up, his small palm pressing against my cheek, forcing my eyes to look directly into his green ones. I pulled the white paper out of my jacket pocket and placed it in his hands. Lucian looked down at the document. I watched his face as his eyes moved across the words Mandatory Mid-Season Physical Profile. I watched the blood drain completely from his lips, his skin turning a terrifying, translucent white under the bedroom lights. The tablet slid off his lap, hitting the carpet with a soft thud. His fingers began to shake hard, wrinkling the edges of the official league notice.

I didn't need to look up to know who it was. His tie hung loose around his neck, his graduation guest badge still clipped to his jacket even though he'd long since taken it off. "You're late," I tease. "I had paperwork." My brows knit together. "What paperwork?" Instead of answering, he pulls out a blue folder and hands it to me. I took it and opened it. Halfway down the first page, my eyes catch the words: PLAYER DEVELOPMENT AGREEMENT I look back up at him. "You signed it." A slow smile spreads across his face as he simply nodded

Anna teases me and I laugh. "You know it's not like that. I'm just confused. On one hand there's Tyler who keeps giving me mixed signals. I don't even know where I stand with him at this point and then there's Jace who's asking me to be his girlfriend" I groan. "I think you should just be patient with Tyler,who knows he might feel the same way for you" Anna tells me while Tiffany advises me to move on and stop wasting my time hoping on Tyler. "You know one thing about Players? They never ever change no matter how hard you try. There's this saying. What is it again?" She puts her finger on her jaw as if thinking about something,"Yeah,once a player,always a player" she finishes.

"Walk me through what doesn't exist in the current structure." Jax said: "There is no current structure. There is a league memo that uses the word review and a general counsel opinion from four years ago that was never implemented. That is not a structure. That is the appearance of a structure." "What does a real structure look like?" "Formal language in the standard player contract," I said. "Not tolerance, not permission. Accommodation. With specific provisions for supply access, medical privacy, and protection from retaliatory action by any organizational authority."

Inside were neatly arranged stacks of papers, pamphlets, and training documents organized into separate compartments. I reached inside and pulled out a single pamphlet. "Hockey: Rules and Code of Conduct." The bold lettering stood out beneath the unmistakable UCLA emblem printed across the cover. I held it out before closing the cabinet again. Out of habit, I wiped my fingerprints from the keypad with my handkerchief before returning it to my pocket. Damon accepted the booklet. His jaw remained tightly clenched, eyes burning with resentment, and humiliation. And beneath both, there was an even more powerful emotion simmering. A quiet rage. Thirst for vengeance and attack.

I hadn’t even noticed it the whole time he was attacking me for being loud. He extended it to me. I took it gingerly, as if the electricity that came from when we touched might transfer through the paper. I turned it over in my hands. “Student Handbook” was written across the front of it.

She placed her hand out and opened her palm in a gesture to receive something, as she spoke. “The files containing the cooperation documents between Bryce Empire and Romero Empire, hand it over or tender your resignation right this instance.”

When he saw me, he paused. “Mr Hanson! I’m pleased to see you.” I walked over with my hand extended. To be honest, I had no idea how to show this man respect. He probably deserved more from me than an outstretched hand, but considering how he carried himself—like a youngster without any care in the world—it was hard to not go overboard. Gregory seemed to be hit by realization before he switched his wine glass to the left hand and took my hand in a shake. “Anna Vendel? Wait, you were supposed to come today? Why wasn’t I reminded?”