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Chapter 1

Becca

“Becca,” the male caller says when he answers the phone

“Mr Grant,” I say, tapping my Mont Blanc pen onout theat the bright sun

“You know shit is real when you call h

Sitting up straight ina different hat today Usually when I call you, it’s about er for the New York Stingers, and as a sports agent, I have a couple of clients on his team He comes fro in his footsteps

“How many hats do you wear?” he asks, and I have to smile When it comes to my clients, I’ll wear any hat I have to in order to earn them as much money and make them as successful as I can

“I can’t give away all my secrets” I remain my cool, calent requesting a sit-doith the future NHL leading top scorer” Matthew listens without interrupting“I know Cooper will be drafted this year He’ll probably be nu stays the same”

“Fingers crossed,” Matthew says, and I can only i his son to be compared to him If anyone compared me to my mother, I think I would want the earth to s me up whole “So what can I do for you, Becca?”

“I’ to see if you had time to meet with me I’ll be in New York at the end of next week,” I say, looking at my calendar I’ll be in New York for four days

“Should I be worried?” he asks, chuckling “Every tioes up”

It’s my turn to chuckle “Co time I’ve never been unfair to you”