Rhea
"What the hell is wrong with you, Ryan?" I burst into Ryan's office, the door slamming shut against the wall.
Even after my dramatic entrance, he didn't bother looking up. His eyes were glued to the papers in front of him.
The audacity. I marched toward his desk. It had to be that he'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.
There was no other explanation. Because what kind of nonsense was this? Didn't he make me coach for a reason and specifically tell everyone that I was in charge of training?
Then why exactly was someone else suddenly giving orders to the men? Alessia of all people.
"I'm talking to you." I still got nothing from him. Without hesitation, I reached across the desk and snatched the pen right out of his hand.
That finally got his attention. Ryan sl
