A talk that never happened

Practice was done and the boys had already taken a shower and changed out of their practice gear but unlike everyone else that was heading home Jason was sitting across the desk from Coach Swendel in his office.

He was running his hands through his short blonde hair as he leaned back into his chair. The stress that he was feeling was evident.

Meanwhile Jason was calmly sitting in his chair as he nonchalantly snacked on a roll of kimbap that he had kept in Coach Swendel's mini fridge.

Coach Swendel took a deep breathe before turning his attention to Jason "Let me get this straight. You want me to bet on playoff games for you?"

Jason nodded his head "Yeah. I give you the money and you make the bets for me. Of course you'll get a cut of the winnings.

Considering that there really isn't much of a risk for you and that all you'll have to do is place the bet I think that ten percent sounds fair."