The run was over. Lennox stood at the edge of the track, gasping, his muscles trembling not from exhaustion, but from the intense self-control it had taken to channel his anger into the ground instead of others.
Sloane didn't praise him. Didn't say a word. She just tapped her tablet screen and dictated the next phase.
"Get changed. Meet me in the lower weight room in seven minutes. We follow the schedule: upper body strength, TRX, medicine ball, static holds. No exceptions today."
Marcus clapped Lennox on the shoulder as the man silently headed toward the locker room. His face was flushed, shirt drenched in sweat, and his gaze discreetly followed Sloane's movements as she turned without a word and walked toward the internal staircase. Her shoulder still held slightly stiff, but her post
