Page 36 of Unfolding Kiara

Clearing my throat, I blinked back at my agent. That was last night, and my knuckles still throbbed. My only regret was that I wish I had broken his nose.

“So? What do they want me to do? Knowing HR, they’ve already planned something for me. Are they cutting me out?” I asked with a devious grin.

They would be idiots to cut out a pro athlete like me.

Elliot chuckled, “They are not that much of idiots, Kane.”

Knew it.

“So?”

This time, he grinned back at me, “You have to do some volunteering.”

“Volunteering?”

Elliot nodded as if he was talking to his ten-year-old daughter. “Yes, community service to show the media that you are not going off the bat by punching reporters. They need to know that you are still sane.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Daddy.”

“You give me more grey hairs than my daughters,” he muttered and stood up, gathering some papers. “I will talk to HR and you have to decide where you want to work.”

He was about to walk out of his office when he paused, “And, Ethan? You can have that lollipop.”

Fucking scored it.

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