Page 36 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
“Perfect,” Creed told me.
“You can talk to me, promise,” Grace whispered as she hugged me tight.
“I know.” I was grateful that even though we hadn’t grown up together, that Grace and I had easily slipped into sisterly roles.
Soon enough, we’d have alotto talk about.
Chapter Eleven
Grif
“Thank you for telling me, Grif,” Stu said as I sat across from him in a stiff chair in his office at Venture Management, in-between Jonas and Dean.
My heart didn’t unclench. I’d done it. I’d told Stu my secret in hopes he could keep my career from being completely fucked.
Stu was an older alpha and no-nonsense, his suit well-made but understated. The walls hung with pictures of his high-profile clients, awards, and signed memorabilia.
“Can you spin it like you did with Dean? Omega goalies make sense. The team protects the goalie. Grif plays a position even betas are wary of.” Jonas rubbed his bare chin.
“I’ll draw up a plan.” Stu nodded and made a note of it on his laptop. “Meanwhile, you might want to familiarize yourself with what to do if you’re outed.”
“Do you think it’s a possibility?” I frowned. The Omega Center had a list, which had really helped Dean after fucking Beau Bachman outed him.
“For all we know, Chet is aware. Being prepared won’t hurt. Grif, I’d also love to see what we can do to rehab your image.” He took the tablet back.
“Chettarnished my image?” My nose wrinkled. Why would he even do that? My success meant his success.
“I’m sorry to say that he did. Though everyone loves all this with you and your girl–and your and Dean’s playoff win story. And you making All-Stars as a fan vote? Yes, they all adore you. However, I have questions about your girl. Especially since Chet used to be her agent,” Stu replied, eyebrows rising.
“She was repped by Dave over at Star for sports. She has a different agent for modeling.” I’d learned that when I tried to find her.
“Before that.”
I frowned, recalling what she’d said in Boston. “Oh, you’re right. She was with someone else. She fired him because he was fucking with her career.”
That made sense. She probably signed with him five or six years ago, maybe longer, when he was approaching a lot of young collegiate players, hoping some of them would make it big.
What time was it in Hawai’i? They’d arrived yesterday.
Me
Were you ever represented by Chet Chesterton?
Verity
He was my first agent. My old coach introduced me. The one who told people I didn’t model. He was a huge mistake and helped fuel the haters.
That’s not Dean and Jonas’ agent, right?
I read them the text.
Me
No. He was my old agent.
“Well, that solves the mystery as to why Chet didn’t want you with her. Why doesn’t it surprise me that Chet is friends with her douchey ex-coach?” Jonas scrolled through his phone.
“Shit.” My heart clenched. I didn’t like that I caused my kitten problems.
