“Look at that! Is Samuel wiping sweat or tears? He looks like he’s about to cry.”
“Boss is really something. You’re overly modest; we should have placed more bets. Perhaps we could even make them remove their pants too. Finally, a game where we can hold our heads high. This feels amazing!”
On the court, Isabelle had single–handedly faced off against Samuel’s entire team.
Danny stood on the sidelines. He led the spectators to watch the show and cheered loudly, which only further upset Samuel’s team.
Samuel, drenched in sweat and severely depleted in energy, watched Isabelle score another three–pointer.
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