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When a devastating injury threatens the career of Terence Tiles, the superstar goalie for the Seattle Kraken, the foundation of the life he meticulously built over eight years crumbles. Overwhelmed, he retreats from...
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The final sound of the buzzer.
The Krakens win.
And the Rangers, well, they lose in their home.
Tragic much?
I want to say I saw this coming, but that'll make me a bad agent.
"Ivy Martins' client loses the game tonight."
"Ivy Martins is not liking the way the game is going, I mean she always looks pissed but tonight she looks worse than she looks on a normal day."
And as expected, the commentators did not fail to acknowledge my presence. There's so much angry yelling from the New York side of the arena and I ignore them as I make my way out of the arena, because I need to breathe. I have to.
4-1
What's the excuse for that? The psychologist in me wants to be gentle, but the trainer in me is annoyed and heavily pissed off. Thank God I didn't male a bet with Nadia. I've always won, in my entire life. Madam Beaufort trained me to embrace perfection and I've always been perfect. Until I entered the sports agency. There's more to life than that high degree of perfection and I almost hate it.
My phone buzzes. "Wrong time." I mutter as I get it out of my purse.
Madam Beaufort. Wonderful. Think of the devil and she beeps your cell.
"Your team lost." She says the moment I answer. Of course she found out that I'm not just an agent, but also a trainer. Is there anything on this earth that she doesn't know?
"I was there, I don't need a play by play from you." I hang up.
Fucking hell. Of course she called, she knows how much she hardwired me not to accept any form of imperfection. Sometimes I envy people who fail and just let go. On my end, whenever I fail, I beat myself up, like right now. I've mentally turned myself into some kind of punching bag.
I make my way towards the locker rooms, I'm thankful I came with a hood. While I've mastered the art of ignoring the press with years of experience, today is not the day. I might end up glaring at someone and that might become a headline for the tabloids.
The head coach of the New York Rangers makes some statements, and thankfully the players are fully dressed and I don't have to bother about full on naked men. Stay professional.
Bennett meets my gaze and he gives me a nod. When the speeches are over, I swear most of the players freeze at the mere sight of me. I give Bennett a look that says "outside" and I walk away. He knows better than to do the opposite.
"See you later fellas." I hear him say as I move forward. As we make our way out in silence, I can see the Krakens from where I stand. Already dressed in their suits, of course. We're not too far from each other and West, the Captain of the Krakens meets my gaze. Next thing I know, the incredible three as the commentators described tonight, make their way towards Bennett and I.
