THE TRAINER AND I looked at each other. I started to ask Ramos why, but figuring my question would soon be answered, I decided to just go along with it. Following him and the guard out of the guesthouse, we walked toward the main house where a silver limousine with dark, tinted windows sat parked in the front.
“New car?” I asked Ramos.
He didn’t answer, just sighed and lowered his head, but when we arrived at the limousine, he turned to me.
“I’ll no longer be your manager.”
“What are you talking about?”
Ramos pointed at the limousine. “Your new manager is waiting for you, Mr. White.”
I glanced at the limo, then looked at Ramos. Ramos hung his head, and the guard stepped to me.
“Please, sir,” the guard said while pointing at the limousine’s back passenger door.
I sighed and shook m
