The dining table was surrounded by a group of men, none of which were sitting down. Only Zeke was seated, looking over some papers in front of him. Mrs. Atkins came out of the kitchen with a tray of snacks. Spotting us, she brought it over and handed it to Noah.
"What's Zeke doing?" Noah asked in a low voice, noticing the somewhat quiet atmosphere.
"He's looking over some tentative contracts..." Mrs. Atkins sighed. "I've already called George to see if he can clear up some of the lawyer language."
"It's too soon for contracts." Mr. Atkins frowned.
"They're letting him see what he would get if they pick him early. In exchange, he has to be upfront about his future plans." Mrs. Atkins explained. "No one wants to draft a player that won't play for them so they're all testing the waters."
