(Slade’s POV)
Aspen stood in the doorway of my office looking like she may explode.
To be fair, I wasn’t ruling that out.
“Close the door,” I said.
She obeyed carefully, fingers trembling around the handle. She perched on the edge of the chair as if she wasn’t allowed to sit fully. The girl acted like breathing near me might get her fired.
Her eyes flicked upward. “Yes, sir.”
The sir did things to me it shouldn’t. I ignored it.
“We need to go over your responsibilities,” I said, pulling up my schedule.
She nodded so quickly I wondered if her neck hurt.
“First rule. You are available whenever I need you. Hockey isn’t predictable. Practice changes. Travel changes. My schedule can change daily. You need to adapt and make those changes run smoothly.”
Aspen scribbled this on her notep
