Page 5 of Breakaway

Heading toward coaches’ office I see Cat running down the tunnel to the exit. She looks a little flustered. I can tell she’s tightly wired. I wonder if it’s the team, Baylor, or something else.

Once in the office, Clark doesn’t waste any time. “Due to some of the allegations lately in the league, there will be some changes that go into effect immediately. All staff will be getting the amended personnel policies. Going forward, no male staff member will be alone with any of our female staff or team members. I have hired two full-time employment advocates who will be in all one-on-one meetings. I take sexual harassment charges seriously and all will be investigated.

“Claims of preferential treatment will also be investigated.”

“What about the doctor’s sister being on the team? And wasn’t that your sister who tried out today?” Baylor counters.

Coach jumps in glaring at Baylor. “I don’t give a fuck who they’re related to. Tatum stays and I want Leslie. They’re hardworking and know the game. Did you pay any attention to their moves today? It was like Cat, Leslie and Tatum were born playing together. We need about three more with their work ethic and instincts.”

Clark nods at coach. “I thought so, too. There are three others I want to bring this up next week for tryouts.

“Turk, any concerns on the health of the players?”

“I’m ordering a couple tests on two. I think having our own food brought in and always available will lead to healthier lifestyles. The masseuse will also help. I met with Stan the medical trainer and we’ll cover more things going forward. We’re on the same page and I’ve given him my pager and cell number. I will be at as many games as I can.”

“Good. Let’s call today a wrap.” Clark stands and shakes both the coach and Baylor’s hands. “Coach, thank you for the updated schedule and your playing roster. I’ll be at as many of the practices as I can and plan to attend all the games.”

Walking out we pass Missy still lingering in the hall.

Outside I ask, “Have you had a one on one with Coach? How does he feel about Baylor?”

Clark snorts. “And I quote, ‘the little fuckwad is more interested in dipping his stick than whether anyone knows how to use one’. Be patient. Baylor doesn’t understand rules. He’ll fuck up and I’ll have good cause to get rid of him soon enough.

“Want to go to my place?” Clark asks. “I’ve got team film I’d like you to watch and some on players I’m interested in.”

CHAPTER 4

Caitlyn (Cat)

The next afternoon practice goes well. Coach had a film of the other team that we were able to watch. I’m feeling good about our chances to win tomorrow. I’m headed out when Coach Baylor steps in front of me, trapping me against the stone wall.

“I hope you aren’t avoiding me. I told you yesterday we need to talk about your play. I have some instructions for you and you’ll do well to know who’s in charge of your career.”

“Last I heard Coach Parley was in charge. He gave us all the game plan and instructions for tomorrow’s game. I’m surprised you weren’t at the meeting.” I hate this loser. Assistant coach Baylor is just like the thugs from my old neighborhood. Pushing their weight around and trying to intimidate. I’ll pay my debts, but I won’t be bullied ever again.

“Look newbie, I’m the coach, you’re just the rookie player. You haven’t even been professionally trained. You’ll listen to me or you won’t be playing at all. I can make or break you.”

My head spins. The last man to say that to me was my stepbrother and it almost got me killed.Never again. I’d rather die.

“Is there a problem here?”

I glance up. Doc Banner is sauntering down the hall, palms hooked in his jean pockets. His gaze is locked on Coach Baylor.

“No problem. Just coaching one of the players.”

“Alone? It looked like you were cornering her against the wall. I know you turned in your new employment agreement, because I checked them off. So I’m pretty sure your posture is a violation.”

“I was trying to not be overheard and embarrass her. She has a habit of being late. I was just advising her that tomorrow is an important game for our new owner and to be here on time, or early.” He turns and stomps back into the facility.

“You okay?” Doc asks.

Swallowing, I try to smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you, Doctor Banner.”

“Just Turk. What was he really saying?”

“It was nothing. I’ve got to go.”

He clenches his jaw and glances up and down the tunnel that leads outside. “We should probably have guards here. I’ll mention it to Clark. I was leaving as well. May I walk out with you?”

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