Page 10 of Hot Puck
Time to be the only legal-aged owner of a multi-million-dollar company.
Nat
Listening to Chase on his call tells me two things.
One, he knows little about the business his parents built beyond what it is.
And two, he needs help.
Lots of help.
With the girls, and the business the four of them have inherited.
He’s making moves to give himself a break by appointing Kent Quinn overseer of the stores. It’s a smart move; the man has worked for Chase’s dad since the first store opened its doors.
That knowledge doesn’t stop me from shooting a quick message to Eli. I want all the information I can get on Kent and the business Chase appears to have no desire—or energy—to manage.
I can’t blame him. He’s spent his entire life training to play professional hockey. And now he’s been forced to give up that dream to take care of his sisters.
Theirs isn’t the first tragic story I’ve heard, but I have to be honest and admit, it’s the one that has affected me the most.
The others were part of the various charity organizations I or KAW has supported over the years. It’s one of the reasons Rogue sportswear is now one of the largest supporters of the underprivileged in the country.
Too many children go through life without the basics, and we made a pact the day we formed KAW and started our first sportswear line to help those in need.
Half of the profit the company earns is given to charity. In the beginning we picked a few different ones each year but now we have our own organization that runs numerous charities as well as giving to others all over the world.
The dilemma I have with wanting to help Chase and his sisters is they aren’t underprivileged. Yes, they lost both their parents in tragic circumstances and Chase is barely an adult responsible for his younger siblings, but they aren’t destitute.
Their parents have left them well taken care of financially.
More than. From my quick research prior to coming here, I know Limitless is a multi-million-dollar business.
I can’t work out if my need to help them is because I want Chase to play for the Rogues or something else. I need to factor in my reaction to him when he opened the door.
Is it deeper than a simple attraction to a good-looking man?
I may have met Chase for the first time today, but I know him. I’ve pored over his stats and watched too much video of him to not know who he is.
But is my need to help just because I want him as the Rogues starting goalie?
I don’t know. All I do know is, his lack of interest in running his family’s business is a point in my favor.
I think.
It’s easy to hear the frustration in his voice. See the concern in his eyes when he glances over at where I am on the floor attempting to keep Candace awake.
Despite my best efforts, I think it’s a losing battle.
Her little eyelids keep dropping and staying that way longer and longer. Although it is super cute when they pop back up, her eyes going wide as though her brain suddenly realizes she’s missing out on something.
I’ve tried to keep the noise to a minimum but the longer we lie on the floor, the harder it is to keep her occupied enough to keep those baby-blues open and focused.
Not that her eyes focus that well yet. It’s amusing to watch her go cross-eyed trying to see clearly when I wave one of her toys in front of her.
The doorbell echoes through the house above us and my eyes meet Chase’s.
“Okay, everyone good for now? We can schedule a call for tomorrow if anyone has any concerns or wants to discuss the changes after having time to think about what I’ve just laid out,” Chase offers the group on his screen.
