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Always will.

My phone buzzes against the desk.

Then again.

And again.

I glance at it.

Twenty-three notifications.

Make that twenty-six.

News travels fast when you spend this much money.

KNIGHT ACQUIRES MAJOR LEAGUE RUGBY FRANCHISE.

MEDIA BILLIONAIRE MAKES SURPRISE SPORTS MOVE.

WHAT DOES MITCHELL KNIGHT WANT WITH THE CAROLINA ROVERS?

That last one makes me laugh.

Everybody always wants to know what I want.

What I'm planning.

What I'm hiding.

People assume men like me don't do anything without an angle.

Maybe they're right.

Usually.

But not this time.

This time, I don't give a shit about market penetration or expansion opportunities or what owning a professional sports franchise can do for the Knight Media portfolio.

Okay. That's a lie.

I give some shits.

I'm still me.

And I intend to turn this team into something extraordinary.

Not some billionaire's expensive hobby. Not a tax write-off. And not some mid-life crisis ego trip.

The Carolina Rovers are going to fucking matter to professional rugby.

I'm going to build a facility players want to work in. Hire the best coaching staff I can find. Recruit talent other teams overlook. Give them technology nobody else is using.

Sports medicine.

Analytics.

Training.