"I'll be clear about why I brought the two of you here," Hector said finally. "I need a concrete report. Precise. What actually happened at the Jade Garden. What Nash took, exactly. And above all, how we ended up losing ten player contracts without me being informed of any of it before a public press conference."
Harlan said nothing, his eyes still fixed on some vague point on the floor, his wheezing breath filling the silence between each of Hector's sentences.
Monique sat rigid in her chair, her jaw clenched so tight a small vein visibly pulsed at her temple. She said nothing either, but her whole body seemed to vibrate with tension, like an animal that senses the next word spoken might be the one too many.
