His phone vibrated, it was a notification from your online blog, Tashi took his phone from his hand and frowned, knowing that nothing good could come out of it. They had known you long enough, you were a well-known and acclaimed sports journalist in the industry, if it weren't for the fact that you seemed to hate the great tennis couple—them.

❝How long will Donaldson hide behind mediocre results on the court? Championship needs more tennis players with courage and less slackers.❞

That was the title of the new article available on her blog, Tashi rolled her eyes when she finished reading it. You've been their problem for a while now—the first few times, they hired a lawyer and tried to sue you, unsuccessfully, you were just expressing your opinion publicly, it wasn't slander or hate speech.

This only fueled your fire to publish more articles about how little you thought about the work Art did on the court; You even hinted several times that he was nothing more than a little soldier who did what Tashi told him to do, that was why he failed so often, without personality.

This time, Art was tired of your fucking comments about him. It was clear that you were just doing it to prove that they couldn't control someone like you and hell, he wanted to catch you in your own maze. That's how his staff managed to convince you to do an interview with him, trying to make you be less harsh on him when you didn't even think you were being harsh enough.

Even so, you thought it would be nice to be able to make him feel awkward in an interview, it would only prove your obvious point that he wasn't all he was made out to be.

He acted as naturally as possible when he saw you in his living room, Tashi said that showing weakness around you would only make things worse, you were a viper, he knew. “Good to have you here, miss,” he said, falsely friendly as he looked you up and down with a cynical smirk. “I can imagine that you've been waiting a long time for this, since you've been writing so much about me recently.”