Kina
I sat with my hands in my hair, elbows on my desk, staring at Jacob’s file in front of me. His history was bad. Assault, a fight on the field that got way out of hand, and aggressive reactions when he was questioned about it in the media.
Aggression, volatile behavior, unpredictability: These were all things that made the story that much worse. If celebrities took whatever happened in their stride, the stories died out so much quicker.
Jacob, however, had built up a name for himself, but it wasn’t a good one. Not yet. He liked to pile on one misstep after another. Until now, when fate had pushed us back together. I just had to figure out a way to change how he was viewed by other people. Or, maybe, the things he did to be viewed that way.
I closed my eyes and leaned back in my cha
