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She steps inside, already talking again.

"She called because she watched Chicago’s last match against Seattle."

I motion toward the chair across from my desk. She ignores the gesture.

"She said Chicago isn't going to defend us the way everyone else has."

I lean back. "Explain."

"I can't." One shoulder lifts in frustration. "Well... not very well."

She starts pacing.

"She kept talking about disguising coverages, forcing reads, rotating safeties after the snap..." She wrinkles her nose. "I understood about every fourth word."

I smile.

"I never played e-Football much." She shrugs. "I wasn't very good at it… I mostly watched. Whenever someone suggested we play, I usually found another game."

She shakes her head.

"But she sounded convinced they're going to attack us differently."

Now she has my full attention.

"What specifically concerned her?"

"She thinks Chicago wants to make our quarterback hesitate." She points toward my monitor.

"Not by blitzing."

"By making him think he's seeing one defense before the snap...and another after."

I nod slowly. "Interesting."

"Is it?"

"Very." She doesn’t know that it’s common, but not so much in e-football.

She exhales. "Good. Because I honestly wasn't sure if I was explaining it right."

"You explained what you understood."

She smiles. "That's all I could do."

Then she stops pacing and her eyes brighten.

"Oh."

I already know that look. She's solved something or thinks she has.

"What?"

"Maybe she should talk to Greyson."

"My brother?"

"Would he know if she's seeing something real?"