Page 15 of Ruthless Ambition
The fact was hewasgood business. He was an excellent player, the fans loved him, the press loved him, and his teammates loved him. Hell, even the police were mostly relaxed with him. His wife was a handful. I didn’t condone cheating, but the two of them had an explosive relationship. Half the time, I think she did it for attention — and not for attention from him.
“I’ll let you know when he’s out,” I said to Neil instead.
“I’ll call Onyx,” he said reluctantly.
“Why?” I asked, probably more sharply than I should have.
“He needs to know. The press contacted him last time, and he knew nothing.”
“Pretty much sums him up,” I snarled as I hit traffic.
“I’ll pretend I never heard that,” Neil said, but I could hear his amusement.
“I’ll catch up later.”
This was all I needed. Me onhisradar . . . again. As I drove to my client, I was already mentally preparing myself for the follow-up meeting with Neil and the asshole. I needed to be ready to spin this in a way that worked for me and my client.
But mostly me.
