The Answer. | A.I.

III.

iii. DYANMITE.
February 12th , 1999. | Brandy's POV.
Philadelphia, PA.

The night before was a day that I wish could've lasted for a lifetime. Being away from any and all work related things like I was, was a truly a blessing in disguise— I never had the time ever do that, especially with me relocating for this job.

I couldn't lie, me taking on this therapist job for the 76ers was harder than ever. It wasn't anything that I could not do skill wise, but environment wise— it was a pain in the ass. Having to be around a bunch of people that second guess you at every moment...it was something else. But that's how it was being in a male dominated position like this in the NBA.

I signed up for it.

I dreaded getting out of my bed, but got out eventually. It was 8:30 in the a.m., which meant I only got 6 hours of sleep. And because of that, I would have to make up for the lack of it later on tonight, which meant I couldn't do the things I had in store. This is why I hated to have a messed up sleep schedule.

I was precise in all that I did. That's what kept me levered in life.

I left from the villa that I resided in, heading to GO PT Inc. It was the top exclusive sport and therapy clinics, and the main place of operation. This location was one of the few ones on the east coast, was specifically funded by 76ers. It wasn't directly connected to the main portion of the facility, being another ten minutes away from where I lived. Getting there, I clocked in. I was expecting to see Lucky there like always, but I was met by another face. Someone that I wasn't too fond of seeing, really.

" Bran...Good morning." Jackson spoke to me, rubbing his hands together. " It's a nice day, isn't it?"

" It just started."

" Well. We need to talk. You, Kenny, and I." I glanced over, seeing the short white man standing a few feet behind. I followed Jackson and him into a empty room space, taking the seat Kenny pulled out for me.

" What's going on?" I asked, inquired to know what the talk was about.

" Lucky. We all know he's the head therapist and director when it comes to trainee." Jackson begins, " The emergency he had is gonna have him out for longer than we both thought. He's gotta head back home to Vietnam, and stick around with his family. And there's no a time stamp on that."

" That's unfortunate to hear. I hope everything is good." I say, Jackson agreeing with me.

" With that being said, we do have a co-director to trainee. But the thing with that, is this— they don't compare to the works and efforts of Lucky when it comes to the therapy game...and they don't compare to you."

I looked away from Jackson, cringing at his attempt of being  charismatic. I turned my attention to Kenny, as he seemed like he was ready to talk.

"...Look, I know you've heard about the injury that Allen has suffered. It's a pretty severe one. And he means a lot to this team— hell, he is the team. But he needs to heal himself back to being healthy. And with Lucky being out, you're the #1 prospect in helping him back to being %100."