Money. Power. And Control.
Those were thought to be the motives of the strong headed, determined, and stubborn co-owner of the Detroit Pistons. Shay Mitchell. She was the overly headstrong co-owner who wanted nothing less than her ultimate goal. O...
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"It Wakes A Thousand Eyes"
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{Blake's P.O.V}
The arena was dead empty. Only the twenty- or maybe thirty people Tara was able to round up sat closeted to the court, but in the large heart of the arena where the court was, looked like nothing.
It was always strange to see this place without it being full to the brim with people screaming and shouting. I was so used to walking through the tunnels and seeing the bright lights and colors that it didn't feel like the same place without all of it.
I didn't want to be here. The place where I ruined my knee for longer than anyone could tell me. The place where I was banned to go. I just wanted to go home. Probably eat something and then go to sleep. But I was wasting my time here, all for Tara's meeting.
I sat next to Roy, one of the few people- or only person who didn't get on my nerves, despite him telling me what to do with my knee all the time. We weren't friends, but we got along nicely. We sat a tad farther off from the rest of the group of people that were scattered among the seats waiting for Tara to start her Tedtalk of sorts.
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