The main gymnasium of the athletic complex had been transformed into a bright, buzzing media center. Heavy velvet curtains draped the perimeter, black stage drapes hid the bleachers, and a massive step-and-repeat backdrop bearing the university’s lion emblem sat illuminated by towering LED lights. Cameras clicked in rhythmic bursts while microphones hummed with feedback as reporters from regional networks and sports publications milled about, coffee cups in hand.
Ryker adjusted his navy blazer, smoothing down the front of his crisp white shirt before sitting down at the head table. To his right sat Coach Vance; to his left, Parker and Marcus.
"Look at all these flashing cameras," Parker muttered under his breath, leaning over toward Ryker while maintaining a polished, practiced smile for
