The game was over, but I didn't feel like a winner. I felt like I was walking through a nightmare because I could still feel the weight of the secret in my chest.
I waited until the locker room was empty. I needed to see her. I needed to end this. I walked toward the new pr manager’s office at the end of the hall. The name on the door was already changed: SERENA VANCE.
I didn't knock. I just walked in.
Serena was sitting at her desk, looking at some papers. She looked up and smiled, but it wasn't a nice smile. It was the smile of a hunter who had caught its prey.
"Luca," she said. "I thought you might come by."
"You need to leave," I said. My voice was shaking with anger. "I don't care about the contract. I don't care about the team. You are not staying here."
Serena stood up and wal
