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“Absolutely not.” I pushed to my feet and slammed both hands onto the desk. “That’s the whole point.” I whirled on Cortney. “She’s wanted to be a trainer for a professional team since we were in high school. I won’t be the one to mess that up for her.”
Cortney kept his mouth shut and turned to Beckett.
When neither of them responded, I continued.
“I’ll quit if I need to,” I warned. “Fine me. Make me buy back my contract. Sue me. I don’t care.”
“A trainer?” Brows pulled low, Beckett scanned the room, as if he was mentally flipping through our staff list. With a tap of his fingers on the desk, his eyes went wide. “Rory?”
Cortney nodded before I had a chance to decide whether I wanted to confirm or deny her identity.
“Did he come to you again?” Beckett demanded, his jaw clenched tight.
“No, but I saw it.” Cortney sighed. “I tried to subtly get them to come to me for help with the issue, but neither of them did. Now that you know that we know, can we clear the air?”
I shouldn’t have been surprised. The man had dominated the plate for years because he paid attention to the minute details that everyone else missed.
I slumped back into my seat and roughed a hand down my face.
“Wait.” Beckett sat up tall in his seat. “I can fix this. Easy.”
“We are not moving her,” I gritted out.
“Hold on.” Beckett held out a hand. “She applied for a position with the Bolts first. Let’s just move her there. Those assholes are always hurt, so we have space to carry another trainer.”
“That’s what I was going to suggest.” Cortney smirked. “But apparently, we can’t move her.”
“Move her to the Bolts?” That might be the best option we had. I wouldn’t have to leave Boston, and she wouldn’t either. She’d still have a job. But it wouldn’t be the same job. And I wasn’t sure she’d be okay with it. “I’m not making this decision for her.”
Worry worked its way through me, coiling my muscles tight. Would she be pissed? I promised her that she wouldn’t lose her job.
“Go get her,” Beckett said. “We can’t just leave it as it is now that it’s out in the open.”
Right. I swallowed past the lump in my throat. I’d get her, and hopefully she wouldn’t be pissed.
I turned at the sound of the door cracking open.
“You busy, baby?” Mason stepped in, wearing a tight-lipped expression that immediately put me on edge.
Before I could get a single word out, my breathing had picked up. I had to know. “What’s wrong?”
He swallowed and rocked back on his heels. “Langfield and Miller want to talk to us.”
I brought my hands to my mouth and willed myself not to dissolve into tears. “Oh my God. Did Kyle say something?” My heart pounded and blood whooshed in my ears. Were they angry? Would they fire me today? God, I hoped they wouldn’t yell.
“No.” His tone was resolute, but his tight expression and the way he crossed his arms over his chest did nothing to ease my fears. “I told you Kyle would never say anything. They just want to talk.” He tipped his head toward the hallway.
Forcing one foot in front of the other, I moved toward the door on shaky legs. “About what?” I wrung my hands as I passed him.
His shoulder hadn’t been an issue in almost two weeks, so it wasn’t that. Could it be?—
“I asked for a trade.”
I stopped mid-step, and he pulled up short behind me to keep from crashing into me. “You what?” Turning so we were face to face, I studied him, searching for any sign that he was joking.
He gently grasped my arms and spun me around, then placed a hand on the small of my back and urged me forward again. “I asked for an east coast trade.” He repeated the words, but they didn’t compute. A trade?
He hit the button for the elevator and stepped in closer than he should since we were at work.
