The Franchise Quarterback Book One The Third Generation Series

Chapter 3

Easton, as the gentleman he was raised to be, offered his spare bedroom. I turned him down immediately. That would be the last thing I would need on the morning news. And I'm sure the GM would be thrilled to hear that story about me. He's already looking for a reason to get the board to come after me and I haven't even gotten started yet.

In any case, Easton snuck me out the back door to his garage where he has his many cars lodged. Giving me the keys to one of the cars I got my ride back to my house without a problem. He was actually nice about it, even considerate of my reputation and what I'm trying to do.

It was... nice.

Driving to the arena this morning, I had the sports radio news on and listened to the latest information on the team. And just as I turned into the lot it was brought up.

"... and interesting enough the new owner was seen paying a late night visit to our favorite quarterback last night. He was apparently waiting for her too. Take a look at this photo ladies, tell me how many of you want to come home to this every night?"

Glancing down, I see a picture of Easton opening his front door in his fluffy blue towel and nothing else. Water droplets rolling down that hard body of his. I can already hear the sound of jaws dropping to the floor over this one.

"Oh good grief, he's not that good looking!" I growled, turning the show off and climbing out of the car.

The press was waiting as they usually are at the entrance to the facility for the players. I decided to forego going to practice this morning and head straight for my office. I need to get a better idea of the financial situation of this team. There's a reason I got the deal I got and it has nothing to do with the team.

Heading through the double doors, I go upstairs to the third floor and see no one at the front desk. Curious to know where my staff are hiding, and begin my hunt and wander around the building until I find them all gathered together in one of the conference rooms talking quietly, the picture of Easton and I up on the display.

"I see we're all up on the latest gossip from last night!" I announced my presence and walked into the room. The last thing I am is afraid of a little attention.

"Ms. Segler, we didn't realize you were here this morning." The secretary had the sense to at least try to look apologetic.

"I own this team, where else would I be?" The question didn't require an answer. "Since we're already here, why don't we have a seat and get this over with. Please, take a seat."

Going to the head of the table, I watched Holler move to take the seat before me and tilted my head at him as he sat down. Rude and disrespectful, I don't move but raised my chin just slightly. Enough to remind me of how Georgia would have done if she had been here.

"I believe that you are in my seat, Tom. My meeting, my building, my team. Get your ass out of my chair, now!" I spoke quietly but sternly to him, making my point perfectly clear.

The room remained silent, listening to see how Tom was going to respond to me. He glared at me, obviously he doesn't like that he has a female boss. He's going to like it even less when this female boss kicks his ass to the curb.

"Of course, Harlowe. Old habit," he smiled and stood up.

As he moved out of my way, I took the opportunity to correct him. "It's Ms. Segler. I'm your boss, Tom. I'm not your friend. I'm not your coworker, I'm not your equal. I own this team. When you decide to show me the respect I deserve, then we can talk about me giving you the benefit of my respect by calling me by my first name. Until then you will earn that right. Now let's get down to business."

Taking him down several notches in front of the entire office wasn't what I had in mind. But he made his choice by airing my personal business to the office so I called him out. If he can't handle it, that's his problem.

Taking my rightful seat, I dealt with the business at hand beginning with the lovely picture on the screen. "First, I would like to give all of you a little background about me."

Smiling as the secretary was nice enough to get me a bottle of water from the mini fridge, I quietly thanked her and continued, "I am a Segler but I am also related to the Bradford family. I've known Easton Bradford my entire life. I have the utmost respect and admiration for him and his family. He's a great athlete and he is our Franchise Quarterback.

"I have every confidence in taking this team to the playoffs and winning every game. But we have a lot of work to do in trusting the management of this team and front office. Those players count on us as much as we count on them. We aren't going to get anywhere near winning that trophy if we don't work as a team.

"So I'm asking you, if you want to win, then work with me. If you can't work with me, then you can pack up your desk today and get your final check immediately. I don't play games and I don't bullshit around. If you're going to walk, do it now." Pausing, I waited looking directly at Tom. "I'm a straight shooter. I won't tolerate back stabbing, lies, and petty bullshit because someone's ego has gotten bruised. Either deal with the problem or suck it up. If you can't do that then there's the door, make your choice right now!"

I thought he would be the one to get up and walk out. I know he wanted to. He was pissed. I embarrassed him in front of everyone. But he didn't move. He stared down the long table at me and just glared at me.

I waited a good long moment while the rest of the staff looked back and forth between us, waiting to see who would act first. When it was clear Tom wasn't going to quit, I moved on with the meeting.

The rest of the day was spent getting to know each of the staff, what they did and how they worked. I listened to their ideas and in some cases liked their ideas, in others saw they were on team Tom and knew I would be replacing several people within the next few weeks.

It didn't bother me that people would leave. That's normal. Not everyone is going to like the new owner. I expected some backlash. I expected Tom to fight me on several issues but I will deal with him one fight at a time. He'll hang himself.

As I finished my last call of the day. I finally got a chance to look at the financial statements from the last couple months. It looks like the team is bleeding money. Frowning over the report, I focus on the numbers.

I'm so entrenched in the numbers that I don't hear my office door open and close. I'm not paying attention that someone has moved in behind me. It's not until I feel someone's presence right behind that I know I'm not alone.

Looking up, I'm taken by surprise when my chair is spun around and tilted backwards so I'm holding onto the armrest holding on for dear life as I scream.

"Got your attention now don't I, boss lady!" Tom glared eye to eye at me. "This is my team! Not yours! I have busted my ass to make this team what it is. You aren't going to take it away from me!"

"I own this team, not you, Tom. Now put me down!" I quietly order him, hiding my fear as my pulse pounds in my ears.

"You might have the money but I have their ears. No one will support you, lady. You're an outsider. You will never win them over!" Tom continued, not letting go of the chair.

I warned him. Without giving him another chance, I swung my leg as hard as I could with the point of my high heel shoe hitting its mark right on target. Tom's face contorted and for a moment I thought he was going to collapse on top of me, before he was yanked back by a tremendous force and flung across the room.

When I looked up, I saw Easton standing over Tom, tossing the man's limp body out of my office.

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