The small court by the manor was way different from the flashy new training center. It was basically a hideout, a quiet little spot for when you just wanted to shoot some hoops without a bunch of people breathing down your neck.
It was around 3 PM. The eternal twilight from the Spires was filtering through the roof windows in a way that looked kind of trippy.
Dahlia had spent all morning dealing with interviews for the staff. Finally, shit was moving! After weeks of boring-ass paperwork, they were actually getting three new housekeepers, another cook, and two nannies. Nash had gotten a quick text from her: Almost done. Just have to sign the contracts.
He'd actually smiled at that. One less headache on his massive to-do list.
Right now, Nash was alone on the court. He had the ball under his arm, staring at the hoop, but his mind was totally elsewhere.
