“The Steel just announced a news conference on Tuesday at ten. Rumor is, Tyrell Oden has a more serious injury than originally anticipated, and they’re going to announce a mid-season trade.”
Luckily, the writer next to me kicked me under the table to get my attention.
“Sorry. Can you repeat that?”
Mr. c*m huffed.
I felt the need to make an excuse. “I was going over some interview questions in my head.”
“Your head should be in this meeting. And eyes on me.”
I nodded, and he proceeded to tell me about the news conference, presumably for a second time.
“Already registered,” I said.
“Good.” He sighed. “Now that we have Ms. Maddox’s mind back on the news, why don’t we chat about Brody Easton.”
Ummm. That was where my mind had been. I just couldn’t seem to shake the jackass from my tho
