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If it wasn’t related to football, it wasn’t important It was a distraction It was useless and a waste of time A silly idea

I glanced at that corner It now belonged toin this room did

The Warriors belonged to me

I took slow steps to the ooden desk Behind it was a wall-size canvas of the last winning championship teaes orn Everything in the room felt dated Stale As if the s had never been opened, or it was locked in some sort of time capsule

My grandfather liked things that way He didn’t like progress He wasn’t the sort of s He kept theht the teaure out what to do with it next

What did I know about running a football tea a business?

This day was never supposed to come There were so many reasons I wasn’t supposed to be the one It was never supposed to be me

I was an artist I had to keep h shelf because they didn't fall in line with the football dynasty randfather had created Maybe if I s would be different He would be the one standing behind the desk right now instead of me He would knohat to do He would take the reins of the team and lead them to success To victory To some sort of championship But he wasn’t here today He hadn’t been here for a long time

Instead, , my pal to do as the only woanization of several hundred men I needed help, but I had no idea how to ask for it

I looked up when I heard a sharp knock on the door "Miss McCade, the waiting roole one says it’s important"

I could tell randfather's assistant was as nervous and as uncertain as I was

The first thing I had to do was end this archaic systerandfather was" It was hard to bring myself to speak of him in the past tense It had only been teeks since he had died And it had taken a while for the attorneys to work through the legal matters that put me in this office

Candy sht blue eyes and a short blond haircut She didn't look much older than me

"Ms—I mean Vanessa Who do you want me to send in first?"

"Well, what are nize the names she listed