Running Out

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RYDER "Well, son, I have to admit that you've been doing exceptionally well! I've received calls from all over the territories—everyone wanted me to let you know that they've never seen anyone play like you!" I can't help but smile at the string of compliments. I'm pretty proud of myself for what I've managed to accomplish this week. The match on Friday went super well, better than expected, and we've got many more matches lined up. It's all Aria's doing. He doesn't know that and will most likely never guess, but it's her. All her. "You're doing me proud," he laughs before taking a seat directly across from me. We're in his office. He called me here to say this to me personally but I have a feeling there's more to why he called me here. And I even know the reason. "Thanks, Dad,"

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