"Talk to me," Jeremy's voice was as sharp as the tailored lines of his suit, his eyes scanning the books in the library just outside the of his palatial home office."I got some good news and some bad news for you," came the accountant's voice, steady as ever, a perfect foil to Jeremy's simmering intensity. "I just heard back from the Colorado Extreme owners and they have a pretty decent offer for you. The offer is that they'll give you 22% of the Extreme for $250 million. In addition, they want you to buy their top minor league affiliate, the Colorado Ice located in Loveland, CO for $40 million. Their finances are great, the owner just needs to focus on his cancer treatment. It's a great deal, I would recommend pulling the trigger on this deal."A serious look cemented itself on Jeremy's face. He was always in control, always the one making the moves, but this was high stakes even by his standards. "Alright, do the Extreme deal. What's the bad news?" he said, his voice betraying none
Jeremy’s alarm clock blared at the ungodly hour of 4 AM, a harsh reminder of the day ahead that demanded an early start. He groggily shut off the alarm and rubbed his eyes, the weight of sleep clinging desperately to his eyelids. With a sigh, he peeled himself out of the warmth of his bed, leaving behind the comforting silhouette of Alexandra, who lay undisturbed, breathing softly in the cocoon of blankets.The house was still as he tiptoed through the corridors, careful not to wake anyone. The faint glow of the rising sun began to seep through the windows, casting a gentle hue over the furniture. Jeremy arrived at his home office, the smell of leather and mahogany greeting him like an old friend. He struck a match and lit his cigar, the aroma mingling with the morning air, a ritual that signaled the start of his solitary work hours.The first email of the day was from the compliance officer of the Wild West Indoor Football League (WWIF), a message that furrowed Jeremy’s brow as he re
In the dimly lit confines of Jeremy's home office, the air was thick with the scent of success and the sharper tang of burning tobacco. The walls, lined with the exploits of a once-promising football career, seemed to close in as Lloyd accepted the offered cigar, the ritual an unspoken seal over the business about to unfold."Much obliged," Lloyd said, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room as he took the cigar. He leaned back in the overstuffed leather chair, the creak of the material as familiar as the playbook of his youth. "Tell me about this Outlaws deal of yours."Jeremy, lighting up his own cigar with a practiced flick of his wrist, leaned back in his chair. The orange glow briefly illuminated his features, revealing a mix of satisfaction and shrewd calculation. "I'm guessing the ladies are at each other's homes?" he mused, eyeing Lloyd for confirmation.Lloyd gave a nod, his mind momentarily wandering to the image of Alicia and Alexandra, undoubtedly deep in conversation, as
The French chateau, an opulent fortress nestled on the outskirts of Castle Rock, stood silent, its grandeur a testament to the life Jeremy had built—a life of luxury, control, and solitude. That is, until Alexandra stormed through its gates. TheThe imposing gates of Jeremy's French chateau yielded to Alexandra's familiar code, a silent sentinel granting passage to the storm she carried with her, sending a silent alarm straight to Jeremy’s pocket. The notification was as unexpected as a snowfall in spring, and it sent his heart into an erratic dance.Ensconced in his cigar room, a refuge of mahogany and leather where he often retreated to ponder and strategize, Jeremy drew on his cigar, the rich scent of tobacco an aromatic armor against his brewing unease. He exhaled slowly, a dragon releasing smoke, attempting to maintain the facade of calm. The quiet, however, was violently shattered as Alexandra burst through the door, her presence as commanding as the sun breaking through a cloudy
The first hint of dawn had barely kissed the horizon when Jeremy's world began to unravel. His sleep, already fitful and shallow, was abruptly severed by the insistent clamor of his phone's ringtone. With a groggy hand, he swiped at the device, his bleary eyes widening at the sight of thirty-five missed calls. All from Terrell Hillis, his fiery-tempered General Manager. The texts, a vitriolic cascade, echoed the calls' urgency, each one a promise of retribution and legal threats.Jeremy sat up, the remnants of sleep clinging stubbornly to his consciousness. He rubbed his face vigorously, trying to shake off the disorientation. As he read through the messages, Terrell's rage was almost palpable, leaping off the screen with every accusation of betrayal and pledges of vengeance. The onslaught was relentless. *'You'll regret this, Jeremy. You can't just push me out. I'll sue you for every penny. Lombardi will hear about this, and you'll be finished!'*Taking a deep breath, Jeremy's finger
The tinny jingle of Alexandra’s phone sliced through the warm ambiance of Cracker Barrel, where the scent of buttered biscuits and fried chicken mingled with the laughter of families and clinking of cutlery. She hesitated, the worn wooden handle of the salt shaker mid-air, as she fished the vibrating device from her purse. The name flashing on the screen momentarily stilled her world—Jeremy.With a roll of her eyes that betrayed her inner turmoil, she shoved the phone away, hoping to bury the wave of frustration that surged within her. Alicia, who had been enthusiastically describing her latest foray into pottery, caught the tail end of Alexandra's reaction.Alicia, busy attacking her chicken with gusto, caught the tail end of Alexandra's eye roll. "Who's that?" she asked, her voice laced with a mixture of concern and curiosity."Oh, it's no one of consequence," Alexandra replied, hoping the strained smile she offered would serve as a convincing mask. She focused on neatly cutting a p
Jeremy Davis just finished a historic college career at Colorado, winning awards and winning back-to-back national championships in his Junior and Senior years. Jeremy was the most prized collegiate player heading into the NAFL, North American Football League; every team wanted him for various reasons due to his unselfish play, being a great teammate, making everyone feel included, his drive and focus, strong arm, great legs/footwork. He was the prototypical dual-threat NAFL Quarterback standing at 6'5" and weighing 220 lbs with black wavy hair that was kinda slicked back to his shoulders, sparkling angelic blue eyes, clean cut only because he couldn't figure out what kind of facial hair he wanted. he had a charming athletic muscular body that even men would stop and admire.He would be the first overall pick in the NAFL draft; everyone had known that for a couple of years. Most people were surprised that He didn't forgo his senior year and go pro. He wanted to give back to Colorado f
Jeremy just stares at Luke and says, " The only reason you want me to enjoy these ladies and to stay out with you is that I'm the only one who can get you to drink responsibly, and if I don't stay out, you're going to stay out all night and not get an ounce of sleep. You'll show up drunk to the League meetings and might have a repeat of last year from what I have heard. "Luke grins ear to ear while saying, " Yes, I am, and Yes, You are. " Luke is playing on Jeremy's loyalty to friends, teammates, etc.Jeremy stares at Luke with a disapproving glare thinking that there is no logical reason to stay out except to help a friend and not embarrass himself. Jeremy rolls his eyes and then replies, " Fine, I'll stay out with you, but we're going to do things my way this time. " Then he thinks to himself, " I have a bad feeling about this. "The only thing Jeremy remembers is waking up to the five O'Clock alarm and shutting it off, moaning and groaning, feeling exhausted. Shortly after shuttin