(Kendall)
I barely slept last night. I kept thinking about Jaxon's stats, Chase's weak spots, and what I'd say to Marcus in the morning. By the time my alarm went off at seven, I'd already been awake for an hour.
I got to the Elite Sports Management office fifteen minutes early. The receptionist smiled and told me Marcus was ready for me. The walls were covered with signed jerseys and photos with NHL stars.
"Kendall, come in. Coffee?" Marcus gestured to the chair across from his desk.
"Please." I sat down and pulled out my tablet. "Thanks for meeting with me on short notice."
He handed me a mug and settled back in his chair. "So, tell me about this Boston University player. Jaxon Hale, right?"
"Right. I've been watching him play for a while now. He's got serious potential."
"And you
