Kane’s POV
I scowl at my cell as I make my way toward Brandy’s little corner of the admin building, the one she rules with an iron fist. I was having a good f.ucking day yesterday afternoon, ready to trounce all over those assholes from Phoenix until my phone chimed with a message from HER.
B: Kane, please come by my office tomorrow, we need to discuss your recent charity event . . . the one you seem to have forgotten to run past our department. As you well know, any and all fundraising needs to be brought up with and approved by myself, I look forward to your latest explanation as to why you circumnavigated protocol once again.
Now, here I am, an hour before a late practice, heading to her lair to have my ass chewed out over something that isn’t even her business. I have no problem doi
