Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
I shoved my phone back into my pocket and held out my hand for Nettie’s.
She’d never liked to fly.
I’d always worried about her when I knew she had to fly for a game.
I’d figure out a way to text her before she left, then when she landed, just to make sure she was safe.
It was nice to finally be on that plane with her so I could hold her.
I never wanted her to be scared, not for the rest of her life. Not if I could help it.
Nettie’s hand clutched onto mine.
I talked to her about her life as we started moving down the runway.
I told her about how I would text her every time she was about to take off.
How I’d make her really mad just so she had something else to focus on throughout the flight.
That’s when my Nettie made an appearance.
“You texted me one time and asked me if I ever thought about how much better life could be if I only forgave you.”
I had done that.
That’d been one of the last times she’d left me before we’d decided to give us another chance.
“I remember being really mad throughout that flight,” she said. “I stayed mad for a solid nine hours as we flew from South Carolina to Oregon.”
“Glad I could be of service,” I teased.
“Glad that I could finally get my head out of my ass.” She paused. “I can remember some things. Mainly being really mad, but I don’t know why. And I remember Margery. Her house smells like snickerdoodles all the time.”
It did smell like snickerdoodles.
“It’ll all come back in time.” I squeezed her hand.
“Read the file your friend sent,” she urged.
I pulled out my phone and held it between us so that we could both read.
Boone, fuck, man. Your girl is getting sued. By her old team. They’re mad that she ended her contract with them early. She still had two years. The suit is for loss of revenue and payment. They want sixteen million dollars from her or she’s expected back next season. The contract is iron-clad, usually. But there is a clause about pregnancy and ending the contract early for that and that alone. Though, they have a little nugget in there that says if you get pregnant and try to terminate the contract early, you have to pay back what’s left in your contract, as well as pay for damages caused by that athlete’s early departure. Nettie’s retained a lawyer who specializes in athletes. The lawyer’s a good one and is currently looking into everything, so I’m not too worried. But the concerning thing is that this owner is pissed as hell that they lost their star player. Like really pissed. Overly pissed. He’s bad-mouthing her to everyone he knows. Even Oregon FC, where she was going to go play. If Beau hadn’t offered her a contract, she would’ve been without a team next year. The owner, Kason Blaylock, has badmouthed her far and wide, saying she was an impossible team player and had a horrible attitude.
“This owner sounds like a complete dick.”
“Agreed,” Nettie hummed. “I don’t remember anything about him.”
The apartment was contractually supposed to be paid out for the rest of this year per her contract details. The early termination goes against her contract, and I’ve already forwarded all the information I could find to her lawyer. The apartment complex is also holding her things indefinitely because I sent them a strongly worded email with the contract terms and explained everything that happened. They’re very apologetic. So if you didn’t want to leave right now, you could wait.
“Too late for that,” Nettie mused.
“Yep,” I agreed.
If you do decide to go today, be aware of the other players and the team manager that live in the same complex. They’re all pretty hostile sounding in the emails that I read through last night. They’re not happy with her, and think she’s the reason behind their upcoming losing season.
“Geez,” Nettie said. “They sound like a lot of fun. I’m sure I really loved playing with them.”
I thought about all the comments she’d made over the years that I’d overheard, or she’d said directly to me.
“I think that you liked playing there,” I said. “But only because of the warm weather. You always complained to Eddy about having no friends there.”
“Hmm,” she murmured.
Lawyer’s name is at the bottom of this email. I summarized all emails from the lawyer, too, so y’all have something to go on. He’s expecting the call shortly, so he can update you on everything. Also, one last thing. I was looking through the contract and found a small insert at the end with an addendum that Nettie had inserted by her lawyer. It was in the contract that she signed. And not in the contract that the Miami FC signed second. All signed DocuSign, by the way. So I went ahead and sent that to the lawyer, too. He’s aware and already making plans. He’s hoping to settle all of this out of court so y’all don’t have to go to Miami again seeing as Nettie’s big pregnant. Still working on the rest, but if you need anything more, text me. Apollo.