Rory
I'd never seen a room full of adults applaud so hard for a building.
The press conference was staged in front of the arena's new wing — glass and steel, gleaming, funded entirely by Sterling money and dressed up for the occasion with a red ribbon wide enough to require two people to hold the ceremonial scissors. Half the team had been herded into attendance for the photo op, Coach Reyes standing at the edge of the group with the patient, weathered expression of a man who'd done this exact dance more times than he cared to count.
Desmond Sterling stood at the podium in a suit that probably cost more than my entire scholarship, beaming out at the assembled reporters and donors with the specific practiced warmth of someone who'd rehearsed this speech in a mirror.
"This wing exists be
