Chapter 228: Mohegan Sun
Monday, January 23rd, Morning
The day started early when Clay Evans showed up at the gate of the mansion. Angela Scott liked the services that Clay Evans provided for her, Jess, and her career. In recent years Clay has become a bit paranoid. Angela shook her head when she answered the door in her fleece robe and reminded Clay her parents and daughter were sleeping.
Angela parked Clay in the library while she went upstairs to get ready. As she showered, she wondered if his paranoia came from his wife's recent passing. He was alone since his son lived away since he finished grad school.
Angela dressed in her best power suit. She looked at herself in the mirror and dusted off one of her shoulders. One of the perks of her life, the suit was custom made by Brooke Davis. There was a movement in her bedroom door; the reflection in the mirror betrayed that.
Looking over her shoulder, a slight smile broke on Angela's face. "You can come in," she said.
Through the door walked her ten-year-old daughter, Jessica "Jess" Scott. Jess was young, but already growing; she's going to be tall. She already played basketball, volleyball, and ran track; she's probably one of the better players on the teams. Angela didn't play volleyball when she grew up but was pleased when Jess's friend Trish got her involved in that sport, but Angela could see that Jess' heart was in basketball. Of everything Angela saw her daughter doing, it was always the mornings when she's fresh out of bed; she liked the best. It was when Jess looked the most like what she is, a young girl.
"The meeting is today?" Jess asked, followed by a stretch and a yawn.
"Yes," Angela said.
"Which one?" Jess asked.
"The Sun," Angela said.
Jess canted her head, "Does that mean if you sign with them, we'll have to move?" Jess asked.
"I hope not," Angela said, "Might hire a driver, though."
"I don't want to move," Jess said.
"I know you're friends with Trish and Emma," Angela said and shrugged, "Neither do I," she said, yet.
"So, Clay is here?" Jess asked.
"He's in the library," Angela said.
"When do you expect to be back?" Jess asked.
"Who's the parent here?" Angela asked.
"You are, Mom," Jess said.
"Well, I'll get home, when I get home, this is a job interview, so it will take as long as it needs to," Angela said.
"Okay, Mom," Jess said.
"Well, get back in bed; you still have school today," Angela said.
"Yes, Mom," Jess said, starting to turn away.
"Hey!" Angela said.
Jess looked at Angela, "Yes?" she asked.
"I love you, and I'm going to do what's best for us," Angela said.
"I know that," Jess said.
Angela said, "Grandpa Andy, Grandma Karen, and I have been, well are, lenient with you. The worlds tough, I learned it the hard way, and don't want you to be shocked," she said.
"I understand, Mom," Jess said.
"Now back to bed, I have to deal with Clay," Angela said.
Jess nodded and headed back to her bedroom. Angela dusted herself off, turned from the mirror, and grabbed a small but professional portfolio case. She looked down at it; the case was a gift to her by Brooke. On the case were Angela's initials AMS.
With a sigh, Angela left her bedroom and went down to the first floor. Walking through the rooms to the library, she entered quietly. Clay was sitting at one of the tables. He looked up at Angela.
"All set?" Clay asked.
"Yeah, and the limo will be out front," Angela said and checked her watch, "soon."
"Sorry about waking the house up," Clay said.
"Don't make it a habit. Anyway, it was good to see Jess before I left," Angela said, and nodded, pointing a finger towards Clay, "Any word from New York?"
"There's an offer, but let's talk to Connecticut first," Clay said.
"Okay," Angela said and nodded. Her smartphone buzzed; she looked at it and nodded, "The limo is here."
"Let's do this," Clay said.
They left the house and met the limo in the driveway. The Limo Driver opened the backdoor for them. Clay and Angela got in and sat in the back and watched the Driver as he closed the door. The Driver walked forward and got into the front.
The limo started to head off. Angela looked out the window as they merged onto I95. She turned back to look at Clay.
"What do we know about the team?" Angela asked.
"I did have a client that played for them, and said positive things about the organization," Clay said.
"How long ago was that?" Angela asked.
"Your first year with New York," Clay said.
Angela nodded, "What's the scoop on them now?" she asked.
"As you know, they're in the process of getting a new coach," Clay said.
"They haven't found a coach yet? They're signing players without a coach?" Angela asked and shook her head.
"Odd, I know, but I've heard they might have a coach signed; they just haven't announced their signing yet," Clay said.
"I wonder why? That wouldn't track with a lot of players," Angela said.
"I don't know, but they've been looking to make some moves," Clay said.
Angela nodded and looked at her watch, "Well, we'll find out soon enough," she said.
Clay nodded. The rest of the ride across the state of Connecticut, they rode in silence. Clay spent the time on his smartphone, helping various clients. Angela looked out the window and watched the state drive by. From the southwestern Connecticut cities to the tree-lined sides of I95 in central Connecticut, and finally the turn off I95 to I395 in New London. Soon, Angela could see the casino complex as they drove up towards it.
Once they arrived at the team factuality. There were two people in suits waiting for them. The limo pulled up next to these people; the Driver got out of the front and opened the rear door for Clay and Angela.
Angela got out, and one of the two men cheerfully greeted her.
"Angela Scott, I'm Henry Smith, the General Manager," he said and offered a hand. Angela took it and shook his hand.
"A pleasure to meet you," Angela said, "and this is my agent Clay Evans," she gestured to Clay.
"A pleasure Mister Evans," Mister Smith greeted Clay, and they exchanged greetings.
"All mine," Clay said.
Mister Smith gestured to the other man, "This is a representative of the Tribal Council, John Harris," Mister Smith said.
"Pleasure to meet you," Mister Harris said and exchanged handshakes with Clay.
"All mine," Clay said.
Mister Harris turned to Angela, "A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Scott," he said, and they exchanged handshakes.
"Nice to meet you, Mister Harris," Angela said.
"Let's walk and talk, we have a conference room," Mister Smith said.
"Sure," Angela said, the small group started heading into the building.
"What do you know about us?" Mister Harris asked.
"Very little, just what I could get online," Angela said.
"Well, you're currently in Montville, Connecticut, but this area is known as Uncasville, which takes the name after one of our tribal sachem who created the Mohegan way. We've existed before the United States, and the officially recognized of the tribe came in 1994. We established this casino, the Mohegan Sun Casino in 1996; we also have a Poconos location; we bought the Sun in 2003," Mister Harris said.
"That's interesting and filled in somethings I didn't know," Angela said, "But, as a player, what concerns me is your team doesn't currently have a coach."
"Well, that's not entirely true," Mister Smith said.
"What does that mean?" Clay asked.
"We have a coach, we're just waiting for the right moment to announce them," Mister Smith said.
"Like when?" Clay asked.
"When we have a big signing," Mister Smith said.
"What? How?" Clay asked, confused.
"You'll see," Mister Smith said and pushed the conference room door opened. The woman at the conference table stood up to her full over six feet height. Angela noted she had ginger hair.
"I believe you two are acquainted," Mister Smith said.
"Hello Angela," Paula McMichael said, in her calm, commanding voice.
"Paula," Angela said.
Paula smiled, "Let's talk," she said, and gestured for them to come into the conference room. They all stepped into the room, and the door closed behind them.
