"W—What the hell is he doing!?" Cheryl was beside herself with shock and anger as she stalked around the office the next morning. With every step she took, hot air would shoot out of her nose like an angry dragon.
"Now now, calm down Cheryl. You know how youth can be sometimes." Mark said, trying to get her under control.
"Calm down!? Do you hear yourself right now Mark? I know he's your grandson, but there's a limit of how much favoritism you can show." Cheryl snapped.
Mark was not inclined to address the obvious slight, so he ignored it. "While it's true that he went a little overboard, think on the bright side. It's been a single day since then and we've already received a surge in season ticket sales. You can't tell me you don't think there's a correlation between the two." He replied calmly.
"I don't care about season ticket sales. We can't control a player like Ken, he will only cause troubles for us in the future." She said, turning to the GM.
