The Striker's Chance
“Holly murmured to herself as she watched Kepler walk onto the pitch wearing unbranded cleats decorated with the South African flag.
“What did you say?” Rick asked around the shrimp cocktail he’d been shoving into his mouth.
“Do I need to remind you that you’re here to help me understand the game, not stuff your face for ninety minutes?”
He grinned. “I’ve never been in a corporate box before. It’s awesome.”
Alan Brady pulled one of the stool-mounted leather chairs over to the win...dow that looked out over the playing field.
“That was a less-than-favorable bit of coverage we had in the Recorder this morning,” he said quietly, with menace in his tone. Holly remembered Kepler’s warning and felt a fresh wave of gratitude for Rick’s presence.
“I’ve already discussed this with Kepler. It was a malicious fabrication,” she assured him.MoreLess
“What did you say?” Rick asked around the shrimp cocktail he’d been shoving into his mouth.
“Do I need to remind you that you’re here to help me understand the game, not stuff your face for ninety minutes?”
He grinned. “I’ve never been in a corporate box before. It’s awesome.”
Alan Brady pulled one of the stool-mounted leather chairs over to the win...dow that looked out over the playing field.
“That was a less-than-favorable bit of coverage we had in the Recorder this morning,” he said quietly, with menace in his tone. Holly remembered Kepler’s warning and felt a fresh wave of gratitude for Rick’s presence.
“I’ve already discussed this with Kepler. It was a malicious fabrication,” she assured him.MoreLess
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