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Me: No, like a professional one
Sloane: Oh, like doggy in PornHub?
Me: Are you kidding me right now?
Olivia: She’s messing around. What position?
Me: At the paper. Sherrece told me an Editor in Chief positioncan be mine
Olivia: Okay, that's great! What do you have to do?
Me: Write the article about Nik
Sloane: Ahh, and now that you're fucking him, it isn't that easy
Me: Sloane!
Sloane: What’d I say wrong?
Me: Sighhh, nothing
33
Nik
“What's good, man?”
I clap hands with Dante and nod to the security as I enter his office. The club is closed right now, and I took a chance coming down here in the daylight, but we leave for another away game tonight, and I need to have this conversation.
Dante leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers, as I grab the chair and take a seat in front of his desk. “Tell me what’s going on.”
I rub my eyes, my body tense. “My sister knows something,” I say the words that make me nervous.
Dante furrows his brows. “What does she know?”
I shake my head. “I’m not sure. I can’t make it make sense yet. Just a few well-placed comments.” I pause, and he waits. “Noelle found something in old college articles.”
He sits up, putting his arms on the desk. “Nik, I don’t know how to say–”
I put my hand up. “I know. Listen, anyone can find that stuff. College articles–”
“Were buried, Nik. Now, I’m not saying forever, but I did my best to work with this guy and keep it all tight under wraps. The school believed your story. Your friends backed you. What was printed barely lasted before the school moved forward to a new season. They were your best cover-up; they didn't want the press glorifying the loss or asking any questions they couldn’t answer.”
His saying the school buried it quickly makes sense to me. And that’s how I thought it all played out. But looking back now, I’m not sure. They wouldn’t risk their funding if someone had doubts, right?
“What are you getting at?”
He holds my stare and doesn’t fidget. “How did Noelle know to question Trevor?”
“His name's in the articles.”
He dips his head. “And how did she know to look for articles?”
“You think someone sent her?”
“I think you’re a big name and people want what you have.” He eyes me. “Are you sleeping with her?”
I throw my hands up in outrage. “Why does everyone wanna know about my sex life?”
