I’m used to press conferences. I’ve been doing them for over fifteen years, though I’ve never felt as uneasy as I do right now. I’ve thought about this moment many times, but it feels surreal that it’s actually here.
Jana walks up the couple of stairs and pulls out her chair to sit down. The gentleman in me wants to tuck it in for her, but this isn’t the place and she’d probably hammer a fist to my balls if I undermined her in front of everyone. I sit down next to her and position one of the microphones in front of me. She clears her throat, and the press all sit down like trained kindergarten kids listening to their teacher.
“Good morning, everyone. As most of you know, I’m Jana Gerhardt and I’m the new owner of the Florida Fury.”
There are no whispers, which means Mr. Gerhardt did inf
