Page 105 of Knot your Good Girl

From knowing where the journalists will sit, giving the best position to the ones who always write glowing reports... win or lose, to make sure the players are ready to talk.

In this marketing job, I’m merely an assistant, and struggling to find my way in a team filled with suspicion. It’s clear that everyone is aware of my father’s influence in getting me the job, yet they treat me as if I’m a spy, always on the verge of exposing their secrets.

My only option is to stay humble, quietly do my job, and trust that my colleagues will eventually welcome me.

“After you’ve seated the wives and girlfriends of the New York team...” My boss, Brendan, says. “Everything is organized. Enjoy the game. And if I need you, I’ll send you a text.”

Again, I’m being treated with kid gloves, but I smile like a good girl and go to the private waiting area where I spot three ladies.

As I stroll towards them, I plaster a smile on my face, listening to their chatter and laughter.

“Hello, I’m Holly, and I’ll be taking you to your private seats. Follow me. I’ll make sure you have the best view of the game.”

They exchange warm smiles and trail behind me as I guide them through the bustling stadium.

Above the ice, the Los Angeles Raiders’ emblem catches the eye, its colors mirroring the sea of navy and yellow-clad fans.

As we descend the steps, the vibrant stadium lights bathe the ice in a radiant glow, creating a mesmerizing sight as the New York players skate into the arena.

The cheers and chants of the fans echo around the stadium. I stand at the end of the designated area, gesturing towards the assigned seats for the ladies.

The atmosphere is electric, and it’s hard not to get caught up in the energy.

“Thank you,” a young lady around thirty stops me, her hand on my wrist. “Do I know you?”

I shake my head.

She smiles. “You look familiar.”

I thought I looked a lot different from when I worked in New York. With my hair returned to its natural baby blonde shade, and because I’ve given my eyes a break from daily contact lens, now sporting black-rimmed glasses.

I’ve left OmegaFans altogether. My sun kissed skin needs very little make-up and most days I don my glasses. I’m back to my former self.

“I probably just look familiar.” I’ve left New York behind. I don’t want a conversation about my life there.

“Yeah.” She follows the rest of the ladies as they reach the seating area and settle into their seats.

My cell pings. I pull it out of my pocket and glance at the message from my boss on my screen.

Brendan

Colton Sinclair’s girlfriend has turned up. Can you take her to her seat?

Yes. I’ll take her.

I climb the stairs again.

There is another roar of the crowd. I turn around and watch the Los Angeles team gliding onto the ice, their skates cutting through the surface with a satisfying scrape.

As people file into the arena, I hang back to avoid being swept away by the sudden rush. Once the rush settles, I make my way to the meeting area.

I smile when I see the girlfriend of Colton Sinclair. I know it’s her.

Penny couldn’t help but share her picture with me repeatedly, emphasizing her undeniable beauty.

And she is.

Even dressed in the black and white stripes of the New York Bears, she looks the epitome of the perfect omega.

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