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Marina Mabrey didn't want to be here.
She didn't say it. Didn't pout. Didn't throw a tantrum. But the way her ponytail whipped when she walked past media, the tightness in her jaw during warmups-everyone felt it. The Sun front office had dangled the promise of a trade all off-season, only to call her in June with a smile and say, "You're too valuable." Translation: We need your shooting, but not your attitude.
So here she was. Still in orange. Still waiting.
Saniya Rivers, fresh off her rookie deal, didn't know any of that. What she did know was this: Marina Mabrey rubbed her the wrong way from the moment they shook hands.
It was nothing, really. Just a glance. A tight smile. That high ponytail. The way she said, "You're a guard? Cute."
Niya blinked. "Yeah. Guess you'll have to share."
And just like that, she decided-she did not like Marina Mabrey.