Chapter 12 · free to read
No shouting. She had done this to bigger names in worse condition, and she had never once needed to shout.
He had not begged for anything since he was a boy. It came out flat, which was worse.
The federation had a vice-president that season. Arjan had walked past his name in the corridor for six weeks without once connecting it to the man beside him on the mat.
She made her terms the way she made everything — in writing, and without one word of comfort in them.
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