Finding my way into the corporate offices at the Fury arena, I follow the directions Warner gave me to Imogen’s office. She has no secretary, so I knock on the door.
“Come in,” she says.
I walk in and there’s no surprise on her face—I assume because Warner told her the minute I left him after practice.
“Hey, Cory.” She smiles.
“Hey.”
She stands and slips back into her heels, then walks over to sit in one of the two chairs on the other side of her desk.
“You don’t have to get up for me.”
She waves off my concern. “I hate the formality of a desk between people. Maybe because almost every discussion I had with my father growing up had a big desk between us. Anyway…” She shrugs. “What’s up?”
I sit in the chair next to her and my fingers wring together in knots. There are few women in m
