Ethan
“Did you figure out how the fight got started yesterday?” I ask as I enter the office. Ryan sits behind my desk, typing away at the keyboard. He barely acknowledges me, his eyes narrowed on the screens in front of him.
I’d tasked Ryan with finding the start of the fight and the reason for which it happened. The game wasn’t that big of a deal, so a fight of that magnitude shouldn’t have happened. No one, especially Fiona, should have gotten hurt.
The news had been covering the incident all morning, and my PR team is busy blocking the accusations until we can figure out the truth.
“Alpha, I had Jake, one of our tech guys, tap into the security footage throughout the entire stadium,” Ryan explains. I make my way around to stand behind him where I can look at the screens. On the r
