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Because the Keys are the only Barclay team that have won any damn thing this century.

Last in are the three head coaches, and Richards, the Keys coach, gets an apology from me since his team has a game tonight.

“I promise I’ll be quick.”

Aaron and Liv like him, so he’s staying, but I did feel it was important for him to be here.

As everyone finds seats, Liv very pointedly takes the opposite head of the table to mine. I make sure Mason and Maddox have everything they need in their seats to my left, then address the room.

“Thank you all for taking the time today,” I start off, and stay standing at the head of the table. “A lot of things are going to change since I disagreed with most of what my father did to run these franchises. Considering past success, the changes I’m about to make are effective immediately.”

I read off the list I had printed just to have something in my hands, and maybe so I wouldn’t slip and show my big-ass grin as I fire all these dumbasses.

The president of the Keys, gone.

The presidents, GMs, assistant GMs, and head coaches of the Demons and Knights, gone.

I thank them for their years of service, make sure to note that their contracts will be paid out when it applies, and then wish them luck.

By their reactions, most of them expected it, but the apathy I see in Gabriel Bernard’s face—the head coach of the Demons—is unsettling. I really have no fucking clue what Jim was thinking when he hired that beige human blob.

I have to give it to them, though, they all shake my hand on their way out, but I know it’s only because of the power they think I now hold in the sports world.

The room is silent enough that even Maddox and Mason have stopped coloring and are looking around silently.

When the door closes behind them, only the Keys franchise is semi-intact, but I make it a point to look at Richards and Aaron.

“You two have found success and I trust you will again. You’re not here to witness this as a warning, but to show you that I believe in you. Also, Liv is the new president of the Keys.”

My sister’s eyebrows rise and I feel stupidly smug about having caught her by surprise. It also feels great to see Aaron’s huge smile as he throws an arm around her shoulders and shakes her a little in celebration.

“Luna, you’re now the president of the Knights.” I nod her way. “I expect you to choose new personnel in time for the preseason.”

“Oh, you bet I will,” Luna says, her sunshiny smile growing impossibly big, and I can’t help but match it.

“The contracts should be in your inboxes later today, so please review them with your own lawyers.”

The most important thing I’ve done since I graduated college and started working for the Demons was befriend the head of legal, Jasmine Mandal, who is now head of legal for the three organizations.

“You’ll be free to make any changes beyond what just happened. I’m here to support you in whatever way you see fit, but they’re your responsibility now. I’ll take over as president of the Demons.”

There’s a murmur of agreement from my sisters and I try to hide my sigh of relief. If I care about anyone’s opinion, it’s theirs.

“What about us?” Maddox demands.

“Yeah, we want to be ’sidents too,” Mason agrees, butchering the word, but the whole room brightens with laughter. Hell, he even pulls a smile out of Richards’s grumpy ass.

I didn’t expect it, but thinking quickly I wink at the twins.

“You two are the new presidents of mascots. You’ll be making sure Donny the Demon, Kevin the Knight, and Jingle are always pumping up the crowd.”

The twins look at each other with big eyes and I hear Mason whisper.

“That’s a lot of work.”

“We’ll do it!” Maddox shouts overriding his brother.

I shake my head at him, knowing they’ll more than likely forget about it by tonight.