Page 67 of Cold Carnage

"I've spoken with our security team," I said. "They're increasing patrols and setting up checkpoints at all entrances. We're also working with local law enforcement to have a presence on-site."

"Excellent," he said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I knew you were the right person for this job."

His words sent a warm rush through me, but I quickly reminded myself to stay focused.

"I appreciate your confidence," I said, meeting his gaze. "I'm committed to making this event a success."

His eyes softened slightly as he studied me. "I know you are. Just remember, if you need any support or resources, don't hesitate to ask."

I nodded, feeling a sense of solidarity between us that hadn't been there before.

The waiter returned with our appetizer—the artichoke dip—and placed it in the center of the table with a flourish.

"Enjoy," he said before retreating once more.

I reached for a piece of bread and dipped it into the creamy mixture, savoring the rich flavors as they melded on my tongue.

He reached for the artichoke dip and scooped some onto a piece of bread. He took a bite, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Tell me about Kane," he said, voice steady. "How is he holding up?"

"Ryker's doing fine," I replied, forcing a smile. "He's dedicated and hardworking. He wants to make this right. The team's lucky to have him."

He raised an eyebrow. "You're lying."

I opened my mouth to protest, but he continued.

"Kane is a pain in the ass, but normally, I can count on him to be steadfast and stoic. Your presence irks him."

I nodded slowly. "He doesn't trust me."

"He doesn't trust most," he said, leaning back in his chair. "If he ever becomes a problem?—"

"He won't," I insisted, cutting him off.

His gaze bore into me. "The team can't afford any more scandals."

"We're on the same page," I said softly, meeting his eyes once more.

He nodded, seemingly satisfied for now.

The conversation hung in the air like unfinished business as we waited for our main courses to arrive.

The waiter arrived with our main courses, setting the plates down with practiced grace. The aroma of the pasta wafted up to me, rich and inviting. I glanced at hi's plate, noting the precision with which the duck breast had been prepared.

Gideon meticulously cut a piece of his food, his movements deliberate. He chewed thoughtfully before looking up at me.

"Give me your thoughts on Jared Crowder," he said, his voice steady.

"Like I said, he's a good player?—"

"How would he fit in with our team dynamics?" he interrupted. "His sister and Weston Cole had a dalliance. Jared was furious. I'm not going to rehash the story. But I want to ensure we bury that footage of Kane and the others."

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "I think Crowder could hold his own," I said carefully. "And I think you have to figure out what's best for the team as a whole. Because things are going to get worse before they get better."

His eyes narrowed slightly as he listened.

"Can the team handle Crowder?" I continued. "Will Crowder make them play harder?"

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