“ I found the other clauses too,” I said after a while and Jaxon’s body went still behind me.
“What other clauses?”
I laughed quietly. “You really do not know?”
“Tell me.”
I faced him again.
“The impossible performance standards buried in my contract. The limited ice time used against my own metrics. The injury reports written like character defects. The media notes. The behavioral summaries. The fact that my entire career with this team was designed like a maze with every exit marked failure.”
His expression darkened with recognition and somehow, broke anything that was yet to be broken inside of me.
“You saw your file,” he said in a matter of fact tone. It was not a question; it was clear that he knew.
I glared at him. “So you knew there was a file.”
He sighed before respondin
