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trust with your fans that you can win without the big name. It won’t happen overnight. In fact, we had to accept a few losing seasons to build up to a winning one. The strategy is not for the faint of heart, but it’s working all over the league. Seamus never wanted to hear it.”
She nodded, more to herself than Tom. “It’s not the big splash. Thanks for your time, Tom.”
“Any time. Oh, and Miranda? One last thing. Wainright knows what he’s doing. Listen to him. And we’re thinking of your father.” Tom hung up, leaving a dial tone in her ear.
She placed the phone back in the cradle, thoughts racing through her mind. Maybe Lucas had ideas that might work. If she could persuade him to actually partner with her, to not just be an observer in the process, would he go for it or be like her father and ignore her?
Chapter Eight
L ucas headed back to his small office and closed the door. Now that he’d be spending more time there, maybe he should consider personalizing it a bit. Of course, he hadn’t expected to be in this office, or even Savannah, for more than a few weeks. If Roger didn’t agree with his deal with Miranda, he might not be here long enough to get a comfortable chair, much less any other personalization.
He sat in his chair and studied the phone. What had he been thinking, making the agreement with Miranda? There’d be snow in Savannah in July before she met the conditions, unless she got a major infusion of cash. And who would be so foolish to invest in a team on the brink?
It didn’t matter. Seamus Callahan would never let Miranda make any changes to his team, at least no changes that would make a difference. He might be sick now and not in the picture, but Callahan was the ultimate control freak. It wouldn’t be long before he was sticking his nose in with the team. Satisfied Lucas could defend his recommendation, he picked up the phone and called his boss.
That plan didn’t work.
“Are you kidding me? Can Miranda do this, especially with Seamus Callahan in the hospital?” Roger’s voice echoed through the phone, piercing Lucas’s eardrum.
“Weren’t you the one who said to not underestimate Miranda? Maybe they can pull this off and make the payment. And isn’t that the point – to be financially viable?”
The snort of derision was clearly audible. “Look, Callahan has screwed that team. Miranda would have to be a genius to turn this around.”
“What could it hurt? You said it yourself. They don’t have a chance. So what’s the harm?” Lucas lowered his voice to a more soothing tone.
Lucas held his breath as he waited for the commissioner’s response. Only the light breathing indicated they hadn’t been disconnected. Lucas leaned back in the chair and waited, not letting Roger pull him in by letting the silence linger.
Finally, the other man sighed. “You’re right, but I don’t like this. This is our chance to be done with Callahan. He’s been a giant pain in my ass for ten years.”
“Most of the owners can be pains in the ass. Callahan is no different.”
Roger grunted. “Trust me, Callahan’s a nightmare.”
“Well, Miranda’s in charge. She’s only been president for about a year or so. She’s open to changes.”
And you’d love to get Seamus out of the League because he challenges you constantly . Lucas added silently.
But he’d heard the unspoken threat buried in the words. The alternatives were ugly and spelled disaster for the Callahans. The last team that Lucas had worked with was forced into a sale, thanks to an owner who had alienated the other teams and had placed their team in dire economic straits. Seamus ranked right up there in attitude and likeability, which was to say no one liked him either. And the business situation with the Knights made the last job look like a picnic.
“Get it done, Wainright.”
The dial tone droned in his ear, sounding like the final buzzer at the end of a game.
*
Lucas sat in the owner’s box,
She nodded, more to herself than Tom. “It’s not the big splash. Thanks for your time, Tom.”
“Any time. Oh, and Miranda? One last thing. Wainright knows what he’s doing. Listen to him. And we’re thinking of your father.” Tom hung up, leaving a dial tone in her ear.
She placed the phone back in the cradle, thoughts racing through her mind. Maybe Lucas had ideas that might work. If she could persuade him to actually partner with her, to not just be an observer in the process, would he go for it or be like her father and ignore her?
Chapter Eight
L ucas headed back to his small office and closed the door. Now that he’d be spending more time there, maybe he should consider personalizing it a bit. Of course, he hadn’t expected to be in this office, or even Savannah, for more than a few weeks. If Roger didn’t agree with his deal with Miranda, he might not be here long enough to get a comfortable chair, much less any other personalization.
He sat in his chair and studied the phone. What had he been thinking, making the agreement with Miranda? There’d be snow in Savannah in July before she met the conditions, unless she got a major infusion of cash. And who would be so foolish to invest in a team on the brink?
It didn’t matter. Seamus Callahan would never let Miranda make any changes to his team, at least no changes that would make a difference. He might be sick now and not in the picture, but Callahan was the ultimate control freak. It wouldn’t be long before he was sticking his nose in with the team. Satisfied Lucas could defend his recommendation, he picked up the phone and called his boss.
That plan didn’t work.
“Are you kidding me? Can Miranda do this, especially with Seamus Callahan in the hospital?” Roger’s voice echoed through the phone, piercing Lucas’s eardrum.
“Weren’t you the one who said to not underestimate Miranda? Maybe they can pull this off and make the payment. And isn’t that the point – to be financially viable?”
The snort of derision was clearly audible. “Look, Callahan has screwed that team. Miranda would have to be a genius to turn this around.”
“What could it hurt? You said it yourself. They don’t have a chance. So what’s the harm?” Lucas lowered his voice to a more soothing tone.
Lucas held his breath as he waited for the commissioner’s response. Only the light breathing indicated they hadn’t been disconnected. Lucas leaned back in the chair and waited, not letting Roger pull him in by letting the silence linger.
Finally, the other man sighed. “You’re right, but I don’t like this. This is our chance to be done with Callahan. He’s been a giant pain in my ass for ten years.”
“Most of the owners can be pains in the ass. Callahan is no different.”
Roger grunted. “Trust me, Callahan’s a nightmare.”
“Well, Miranda’s in charge. She’s only been president for about a year or so. She’s open to changes.”
And you’d love to get Seamus out of the League because he challenges you constantly . Lucas added silently.
But he’d heard the unspoken threat buried in the words. The alternatives were ugly and spelled disaster for the Callahans. The last team that Lucas had worked with was forced into a sale, thanks to an owner who had alienated the other teams and had placed their team in dire economic straits. Seamus ranked right up there in attitude and likeability, which was to say no one liked him either. And the business situation with the Knights made the last job look like a picnic.
“Get it done, Wainright.”
The dial tone droned in his ear, sounding like the final buzzer at the end of a game.
*
Lucas sat in the owner’s box,
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