#Chapter 12 - The Boiling Point

Evie Blocks of texts began to merge into one another. After researching case after case about athletes and club related lawsuits for hours, my eyes had become red and strained. How could I help Timothy get more out of this case? From all the lawsuits I’d investigated, not one seemed to give the athletes a very favorable outcome. It would be a miracle if he didn’t have to pay a large amount of money for breaching his contract. The most recent one was a football player who had to pay about a billion just to settle it. Instead of finding a more respectful team and continuing his success, he was living in a small apartment while working an hourly wage that hardly covered rent. I couldn’t let that happen to Timothy, especially after seeing how hard he’d worked throughout the years. My stomach grumbled and I bent over to ease the hunger pangs away. It was unhealthy, but I often ignored my bodily needs. I could get more done if eating and sleeping weren’t required. I’d have to leave