Chapter Four
Enzo
“What are you so pissed off at?” Carm asks, shoving the basketball at my chest.
“Nothing. Let’s just play.”
“You ditched me last night. Wanna talk about that?”
“Sorry.” I dribble and dodge by him, scoring.
We’re warming up, waiting for the rest of our team. Dom isn’t here yet, which is odd. He’s usually the one waiting for us.
“Sorry? I waited at the bar for an hour, man.”
“I told you. I got caught up at the office.” I check the ball and bounce it back to him.
He shakes his head. “Who is she?”
Carm dribbles by me, and I have no energy to fight him. I was up half the night, trying to figure out why I hadn’t landed the best account to come my way. A deal that should have earned me a seat at the table. Making partner at thirty-one? It’s unheard of, but I deserve it
