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“Do you really care?”
“Of course I care. Time is money.”
“You’re such a greedy prick, Tony.”
“So I’ve been told. We have to get you back out there, Cutter. You belong out there. Greedy prick aside, baseball is in your blood.”
“I’ve been doing what I need to do,” I say. “Everything I said was true. I wasn’t just bullshitting the guy.”
“I can tell. It’s still stiff. It still hurts.”
“That’s part of resting,” I say. “I hate resting.”
“That’s good. Motivation. So let’s set some dates here, Cutter. You know how I operate, right? Especially now since I’m taking all your heat.”
“You get paid a lot of money to deal with my heat, Tony.”
“Yes, I do. Sometimes it’s not enough.”
“I’ll find a new agent in a heartbeat.”
“Okay, calm down,” Tony says. “I’m just saying it’s a very tough balance to keep you relevant but not hear the same stuff over and over.”
“I didn’t hurt that old woman. Everyone knows it.”
“Of course you didn’t. You know how things are with social media. Who even cares about that now? It’s old news. Move on. You need to get back out there and play. I can tell you my thoughts on that…”
“Even if I don’t want to hear them?”
Tony smiles. “It’ll be a monster return. You’ll be selling out the smaller ballparks like crazy. The team and the PR company is waiting. Shirts. Bobbleheads. There’s even a Buckley Burger going on the menu.”
“What the hell is a Buckley Burger?” I sigh.
“Your signature burger,” Tony laughs. “Look, it’s all for fun. And it’ll sell like crazy. Then your return back to the bigs?” He whistles. “It’s going to be-”
“I’m just a ball player, Tony. This celebrity stuff isn’t my thing.”
“It’s for the good of the team, the league, and for yourself, Cutter. Think about yourself a little. Okay?”
Tony’s phone begins to ring.
I see the scowl on his face as he attempts to answer the call.
I lunge at him, scaring him.
He lets out a childish yelp and tosses his phone at me.
“What the hell are you doing, Cutter?” Tony barks.
I silence the call on his phone and toss his phone behind me.
I tower over the man who’s negotiated all my contracts and outside deals and has padded my bank account with more money than I ever imagine spending in a lifetime.
“Tony, we need to talk about something.”
“It’s happening again,” I whisper as I look out the small window to some flowery garden.
“What is?” Tony asks.
