BigStick825:@glidersglazer In your dreams…
NHLXpert:The Gliders keep this up, I might consider rooting for them again
Bruiser1974:Bash coming in hot to protect the rookie! Now that’s a class act.
ChirpyLilBitch:Let’s go, boys! Make it three in a row! ????
Bunnieinblue69:Boosh is giving big stick energy, and I’m here for it! ??
Chad9856464:Is it me or is it weird that St. James didn’t give McGinnis a shout out? It’s fr giving jealous has been energy…
23
AVA
Nervous energy pulsesthrough every cell in my body as the digital screen on the elevator ticks up to three. This is it. My chance to impress Jonathan Towers, the Gliders’ general manager. If things go well, I might have the opportunity to lobby for a permanent mental performance coach.
Or, at the very least, a contract extension.
Assuming you don’t let Banks run roughshod over you today.
I won’t. Probably.
To be honest, I was surprised to be included in the meeting, but he said Towers requested my presence. That has to be a good sign, right?
The elevator doors slide open, and I wipe my palms on my thighs one last time.
Relax, you can do this.
Totally. I’m a fully empowered boss babe and I control my future. Or something like that…
I make my way to the administrative offices housed on the third level of the Triada Center. I’m fifteen minutes early, whichshould be early by anyone’s standards, but it’s my first meeting with the Gliders’ GM, and I want to make a good impression.
The receptionist flashes a megawatt smile as I approach the desk, and I feel myself relaxing in turn. “How can I help you?”
“Hi, Ava Washington.” I hitch my bag up on my shoulder, which is more habit than necessity. “I have a meeting with Jonathan Towers at three.”
Her fingers fly over her keyboard as she confirms the appointment, but then her brows knit together, and she frowns.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t see that meeting on Mr. Towers’s schedule. Are you sure you have the right date and time?”
I’ve spent the last two days preparing for this appointment. It’s the single most important meeting I have this week. There’s no way I got the date and time wrong.
“Can you double-check? Perhaps my name isn’t on the invite. Dr. Stuart Banks is also attending. I’m sure he’ll be here any minute.”
“Dr. Banks?” She flashes me a sympathetic smile. “I checked him in for a two o’clock appointment nearly an hour ago.”
My stomach drops. No, no, it’s not possible.
I fish my phone out of my bag and pull up my calendar, confirming the meeting details.
Relief floods my chest, and I hold the phone out to the receptionist. “I think there’s been a mistake. The meeting invitation says three.”
The receptionist nods slowly. “That invitation is from Dr. Banks. The invitation from Mr. Towers was for two o’clock. It looks like Dr. Banks put the wrong time when he added you to the meeting.” She sighs. “It’s an easy mistake to make, and an easy one to avoid. He should’ve just added you to the original invitation instead of creating a new one.”
This was no accident.
Banks gave me the wrong time on purpose. I know it as surely as I know the sky is blue.