Page 64 of Leave It On The Field (Grand Slam 3)
ChapterTwenty
SEB
November 1, 2022
OMG. #sopHOny flew to L.A. today on the private plane @realsebmiller provides for her. I guess Princess Sophie can’t fly commercial. Anyway, his best friend tried to board the plane and she wouldn’t let him on!!
Her bodyguard kept him pinned to the ground while she boarded the plane. And then she left Seb’s BEST FRIEND standing on the tarmac as she flew away. Come on, Seb. Open your eyes. She loves your money, not you.
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Dad called me from the plane to tell me what happened with Ricky. I’ve been trying to get ahold of Sophie ever since. She isn’t answering her phone.
I try again as we get back to our hotel after our off-day workout at the stadium. Her phone goes directly to voicemail.
“Dad said they’re at the hotel.” I turn to Joe who’s just getting off a call with Butch. “Does Butch know what room she’s in?”
“Yeah. 1102. He and Raine just left her. Butch said we should meet them up there.”
As we walk onto the eleventh floor, Butch whistles from where he and Raine are sitting in the lounge area next to the elevator.
“Hey,” I say, walking over to them. “I need to get to Sophie. 1102?”
“No need to rush. She’s sleeping.” Raine motions to the chair across from her. “Before you go to the room, we have some questions for you. Joe, do you mind if we talk to him privately?”
Joe looks up from his phone. “That’s up to Seb.”
When I nod at Joe, he walks to the other side of the elevators.
Raine looks up at me and motions to the chair again. “Did you see the latest tweets?”
“Yeah,” I say, not sitting down. “I read them on the way over here.”
“There are only a handful of people who saw that exchange at the airfield,” she says, glancing over at Joe.
“It’s Ricky. He must be the one posting.” I look up at the ceiling. “He’s lost his fucking mind.”
“It’s not him,” she says, “but I think he’s an informant to the user. Who does he talk to that’s maybe just one or two places removed from your inner circle?”
“Someone saw Ricky talking to the TMZ reporter after the game yesterday,” I say, finally sitting down. “Drew’s the only one who knew Sophie was in the office with me. He must have told Ricky and Ricky told the reporter.”
“Well, Drew and Joe both knew Sophie was in the office, right?”
I narrow my eyes. “Joe hasn’t told anyone anything. And he’s not one or two places removed from the inner circle. He is the inner circle.”
“Joe knows everything about you,” Butch says, “including the private stuff this user has been posting all season.”
“Ricky knows all of that too.” I motion Joe back over. “Joe is not the informant or the user or anything.”
“It’s cool, Seb. They’re just being thorough.” Joe holds his phone out to Raine. “Check my messages. Check anything you want.”
She stares at him for a second, but then shakes her head. “I’m good. Seb, who told you they saw Ricky talking to the TMZ reporter?”
“Someone who works for the team.”
“Who?” Raine asks.
“I promised her I would vault it,” I say, standing up. “There’s no way she’s coming after Sophie.”
