Gemotions

"Come in, sit down," Coach Baker said gruffly, gesturing toward the chair opposite his desk. His gaze fell upon the young man before him, whose face was a mixture of hope and trepidation. Baker felt a rush of unease.

He’d spent weeks working with this player, shaping him, molding him. He knew the player’s weaknesses, but he also knew his potential. Now, he had to take that potential away.

The idea of another coach inheriting the player's talent was a bitter pill to swallow. Baker fought the urge to close the door and change his mind, holding onto his vision, and his domain. He felt a sharp pang of resentment.