In This Life I Became a Coach - Chapter 25: Across the Desk

... et swallowed the sound of her footsteps. Demien didn’t look up.

The training report on his desk was half-filled—passing sequences marked in red, positional heat zones drawn by hand. His left thumb tapped once against the edge of the folder. Nothing nervous about it. Just rhythm. Controlled. Measured.

Clara crossed the room slowly, her press badge shifting on its lanyard with each step. The chair opposite him was empty. He didn’t gesture at it. Just a slight incline of the head—ha ...