Amelia left the court and rushed to the locker room. The weather was hot, and she wore only underwear under her coat. There were many passing people, and if she looked so embarrassed, riding an electric cart back to her residence, the President of White Group might be trending again by tomorrow morning.
The locker room was in a three-story building next to the court. She hurried in, asked the staff for a key card, and locked herself in a single-use changing room.
She took out her phone and called Hannah Woods. Her fingers trembled as she dialed, she didn't elaborate and just asked her to bring her a change of clothes immediately.
After the call, she slumped down in a chair, the tears she had held back finally falling silently, dropping onto the immaculate white tiles.
She was annoyed, and also aggrieved, not understanding why Daniel Cooper had to treat her like this.
