Chapter 231 Coach Morrison's Office Smelled Like Old Leather and Disappointment

POV: Silver Preston

I stand outside the door at 2:58 PM, trying to steady my breathing. Through the frosted glass, I can see the coach's silhouette at his desk. Broad shoulders. Head bent over paperwork.

I knock at exactly 3:00.

"Come in."

The office is smaller than I expected. Cramped, even. One wa...

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