Ryan
Something felt off. The entire walk to the office, I had a bad feeling sitting in my gut.
Maybe it was because Rhea was practically dragging me through the building while refusing to explain herself or because my day had already been ruined.
Travis' fight had been stupid. Reckless.
The media could have gotten hold of it. One distraction right before the tournament that hasn't even started.
I had spent hours dealing with the fallout. And now here was Rhea, holding my wrist and acting like she was hiding state secrets.
"Trust me." She had said.
Those two words did absolutely nothing to reassure me. If anything, they made me more suspicious.
The moment we reached my office door, and we stepped inside.
"Happy Birthday!"
Confetti exploded into the air. I froze.
Colorful paper
