I walk into the PR conference room expecting a strategy session. What I get is a circus. Coach Ramirez is already seated, arms crossed, jaw tight. He gives me a look that says brace yourself. The PR team is scattered around the table, laptops open, papers everywhere, tension thick enough to choke on.
And then there’s her. One PR rep, young, overly polished, too eager, practically glowing as she clicks through a slideshow that makes my blood pressure spike. She’s pushing a narrative. A narrative that throws Lena under the bus. “…and if we position Sabrina as the emotional victim,” she says, “we can redirect public sympathy toward her. It protects the sport’s image and...”
“Stop.” My voice comes out sharper than I intended.
She blinks at me. “Coach Daniels, I understand this is sensitive.
