Chapters (48)
- Cover
- PRAISE FOR ALEXA MARTIN’S PLAYBOOK SERIES
- Titles by Alexa Martin
- Dedication
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Epilogue
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
I hope it’s just the poor performer forgetting the words, but when I look up, my eyes are laser focused on Quinton Howard Junior.
On his knee. During the national anthem.
He’s making a stand. He’s not the first player in the League to take a knee, but he is the first Mustangs player to do it.
I get goosebumps on my arm. As a biracial Black woman, I’m aware of the injustices Black people face daily and respect Quinton’s protest. But pride wars with panic over how this will affect my new job.
“Oh shit.” Marie doesn’t even try to hide her smile. “Looks like your job just got more interesting in the best possible way.”
I’m about to spout off some sarcastic response when my phone starts vibrating in my hand, my boss’s number on the screen.
I’m not sure the fallout at the Mustangs will be the “best,” but Marie wasn’t wrong. It did just get a lot more interesting.
Two
The world is on fire.
Okay. Fine. That’s mad dramatic.
The world is not on fire, but my job has for sure taken the first crazy train straight to chaos.
I’m the strategic communications manager for the Denver Mustangs. Most people have no idea what that means and look at me like I have two heads. Then I tell them I’m basically Olivia Pope . . . but for football players. This helps most people. Or, at least it helps Shondaland fans. And why would I even talk to someone who doesn’t appreciate the greatness that is Shonda Rhimes?
Anyways, it’s my job to fix problems when they arise and to place the Mustangs organization in the best light possible. When I found out about the opening for this position—the position I put on my dream board my freshman year of college—I already had a binder full of strategies. Drunk driving? Covered. Injuries? Check. Failed drug test? I have ten different emails ready to send out. I had any and everything that could possibly happen mapped out with at least five ways to spin each one.
I even had a tentative plan for one of the players taking a knee. One I hoped would keep the player, the community, and the organization happy. What I didn’t expect? The quarterback blacking out his logo and protesting his employer too. I mean . . . what in the world?
Like I said: Crazy. Train.
“Did you see what Glenn Chandler said?” Paul, my coworker, asks.