IF ATHLETES ARE animals on the court or in the ring, then the people who represent them have to be even more barbaric. I learned that lesson when I started this company. There's no room for petty emotions. Old loyalties. Concern. Guilt. The only language we speak in a field this competitive is action.
"How did you get in here?" I ask coolly.
"Don't use that BS tone on me," an enraged voice responds.
I continue shuffling through the documents on my desk. One thumb meets my mouth. I lick the surface and slide it through the next page.
Nathan Zedina huffs and puffs in front of me. "Do you really think you can just fire me like that?"
"I didn't fire you, Zedina." Fixing my glasses, I keep my tone casual. Conversational. "You're celebrating an early retirement. And I think your severance package was quite generous given the fact that you haven't won a boxing match in months."
"I gave my life for this company."
