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He leaned back in his chair, adjusting his large frame to the seat “So, what did you do before you owned an AFA team?” he prodded

I pressed ive hi to rew up in a million-dollar estate on the Texas hillside It didn't randparents raised me, and their life had been lonely for me I never knew my mother My father died when I was five It wasn’t a happy story, regardless of how much money I had

He didn’t need to know about my irre

sponsible brother He didn’t care that I was carrying the faht now

“I’ve always been interested in the family business,” I lied

“Really?” he sroomed you for this position?”

His questions got underrattled and uneasy But it may have had more to do with his intense stare The way his eyesfrom his smooth chest Whatever it was, I was completely shaken

“My grandfather made sure I was always around the business,” I explained “I don’t want you or any of the other players to worry You're in good hands I promise I take the Warriors very seriously, Dylan I know this is your career, and I’ season”

I don’t knohere the sudden n on irl had spoken the words, not irl as forced into a life of football when she would have rather been at an artbeautiful

“I’o But I have loved this team since I was a kid, and I'd hate to see it fall apart I have Warrior blood It runs through my veins”

He rose from his seat and my eyes followed the chiseled lines of his body God, he was unbelievable In a dangerous way

“Me too,” I replied softly At least that was the truth

I had to shake the haze

“Thank you for stopping by, Dylan I appreciate your input I’ll have an update for the teas this afternoon and the rest of the week It’s going to take a little ti to convince

He flashed a sle between s sparked as he walked away