Back in the coach's office, a man in his late 50's entered the room, his staunch gaze moving over the tidy office. He had a widow's peak and a head of black hair which faded to white at the edges.
"Frank, it's good to see you." Coach Brown said, standing from his chair and holding out his hand as a greeting. His posture was respectful, indicating that the man in front of him held a high status.
"I wish it were under better circumstances Brett." Frank stated, grabbing the outstretched hand.
Coach Brown agreed and gestured for the man to sit down.
"How is it looking?" Frank asked, his anxiety evident.
"I spoke to Ken. He has receipts and bank statements for most of the accusations, but not the VIP tickets to the Yanks game."
"Damn it!" Frank looked visibly annoyed, this was clearly not the news he was expecting to hear. "What was he thinking?"