The Room Falls Silent
The squad filtered into the meeting room in small groups, some chatting in hushed tones, others with their heads down, locked in their own thoughts. The new season was just days away, and every single person in that room knew what was at stake.
Jake Wilson stood at the front, his arms folded, eyes sweeping across the players. Some leaned forward, resting elbows on their knees, others sat back, but one thing was clear—every single one of them was locked in.
This was the meeting that set the tone for everything.
Paul Roberts, his assistant, stood at the side, arms crossed, a knowing expression on his face. Michael Stone, the sporting director, was present too, though he didn't speak. This was Jake's moment. His voice, his message.
He let the room settle, the quiet stretching long enough for everyone to feel it.
Then he spoke.
"This Is the Season."
