Cameron merely eyed her with an impassive expression.
Maia got it, then.“They want me to drop the charges.”
Rose gave a minuscule nod.“Amanda has bite wounds, cuts, and scrapes.She says you let your dog attack her.”
“I don’t own a dog,” Maia snapped.“What about the police reports?”
Rose shrugged.
“Fine.”Maia stood.She twisted too fast and winced at the pain that shot from her thigh.
“Maia, you have an appointment to see the team doctor,” Cameron said.
“No,” Maia said.“I don’t have to do anything, not if I’m stood down.”
Rose tapped her pen on her desktop.“It’s a condition of your employment.”
“And if I don’t attend the appointment?”
“You won’t get paid, and you’ll give the management an excuse to cancel your contract,” Cameron answered.
“Who is on the management team?”She’d scanned the names but hadn’t recognized more than one or two.They’d seemed like distant figures, especially since she didn’t have day-to-day contact with them.
Rose shrugged.“It doesn’t matter.They pay your salary.You signed a contract and leave yourself open if you don’t follow the terms and conditions.”
“Fine,” Maia gritted out.She didn’t mention the Black Fern training camp, which was probably doubtful.If she didn’t play, she couldn’t impress.Amanda would win.
Life isn’t fair.Her aunt’s stern voice blasted through her mind, one of the few things her aunt had enforced on her that bore an ounce of truth.
“Anything else the management team said I should do?”The words burst from her and hovered near snide.
Rose’s brows lifted.“You’re to have no team contact, which means no training or games.They’ll decide what will happen to you at the next board meeting.”
“Which is when?”Maia clenched her teeth, refusing to show any weakness.
“It’s next month.They met last week,” Cameron said.
Maia reached the door without limping.Henry was waiting outside and stood immediately, obviously sensing her distress.She shook her head when he opened his mouth to speak.
“Not here,” she said.
With her head held high, she exited the building.She allowed her shoulders to slump once she sat in Henry’s vehicle.
“What time is your appointment?”Henry asked.“Do we have time for a coffee first?”
“Yes,” she said.“I’m seeing that doctor at twelve-thirty.”
Henry drove to the cafe they’d stopped at previously.
“Grab a seat, and I’ll order the coffee,” he said.“Do you want anything to eat?”
“No,” she said, unsure she could even manage a coffee.
Henry joined her in minutes and took the seat opposite.“Tell me what happened.”
So she did.
“Can they do that?”he asked, indignation coloring his expression.
