A Perfect Strategy. Anna Sugden

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      “No joy finding another nanny?”

      “The agency sent a woman who seems to be working out okay. Still, I want to spend as much time with them as I can. Especially in the off-season.”

      The three friends understood how hard it had been for Chance. They’d stood by him and seen him through the worst of it.

      Always the smart-ass, Kasanski lightened the tone as they walked out of the rink. “Whatever you say, you were puffing as much as me, Net-Boy and the old guy here, Rivera.”

      “In your dreams, Ice Cube.”

      “You wish you had my dreams.” Kasanski grinned. “Anyway, the hard work starts now and I’ll be in prime condition for training camp. If only it didn’t take so much longer to get in shape than it did when we were in our twenties.”

      “Amen to that,” Scott said fervently. “That’s why I had to hang ’em up in the end.”

      “Gone are the days when players used to have a drink and a smoke between periods,” Monty said sadly, even though he was too young to remember that.

      “The speed some of the old guys skated at, you could have a drink and a smoke between plays,” Ice Man added, tossing his bag into the back of his SUV. “Now we have to watch calories and monitor food intake like Miss freaking America.”

      “Which brings us to lunch. Good thing, because I’m starving.” Monty opened his car door. “Usual place?”

      The four men agreed and headed off to the local bistro they’d been frequenting for many years. After lunch they agreed to meet up again the following day at the gym and then went their separate ways.

      Scott drove to the Cats’ head office. Though he was a little early, Hardshaw’s assistant took him straight to the GM’s office.

      “Can I get you a drink, Scotty?” Doreen asked.

      “Ice water would be great, thanks.”

      “Make that two, please.” Callum came around his desk to shake Scott’s hand. “Thanks for stopping by.”

      “Your call intrigued me.” Scott took the seat his former GM indicated, while Callum leaned against the front of his desk.

      “These are interesting times for the Cats. People outside the business don’t understand that the summer after winning the Cup is actually more difficult than one when you’ve lost it. Riding high on the win creates its own set of problems.”

      Scott nodded. “I know you have some tough decisions to make, especially with the salary cap not going up as much as it has in the past.” Plus he’d heard the rumors about the Scartellis’ financial problems.

      “Right. We have some big contracts up for renewal over the next twelve to twenty-four months. We also need to think about how to leverage our success into future strength. It’s hard to repeat a Cup win the following year, no matter how much we want to.”

      It was true. Since the powerhouse teams of the ’70s and ’80s, few teams had managed back-to-back Cup wins.

      “I want the Cats to be positioned to win in alternate years like Chicago and LA have done. But as an organization, we need to make sure we’re delivering for our fans, our sponsors and our owners, too.”

      “For sure.” Scott still wasn’t sure where this was leading. “Having retired, I’m far enough removed to get that this is a business and the team’s performance on the ice is only one aspect—albeit the most important one—of how success is measured.”

      “Exactly.” Hardshaw snapped his fingers. “I knew you’d see the bigger picture.”

      “So, what can I do for you?”

      “I understand that the commentating gig isn’t working out for you.”

      “Yeah.”

      “Frankly, that was a waste of your skills. There are plenty of other guys who can do the talking-heads thing.”

      “That was the network’s view, too.” Scott made a dismissive gesture. “Can’t say I’ll miss it.”

      “Their loss is my gain, I hope.”

      “In what way?”

      “I’m looking for a new right-hand man. One who can complement my strengths and weaknesses. Who can bring fresh insights to the organization. Who is close enough to the game to provide a player’s perspective but still understand the financial needs of a business. I think you fit that bill perfectly.”

      Join the team’s management? For the first time since he retired, Scott felt a genuine stirring of interest. The sports-bar idea was a bit of fun, but this was something he could get his teeth into. “What about Brendan?”

      The current assistant general manager had been with the Cats since Scott was a rookie. He was also the only one left from the previous GM’s era. Brendan was a nice-enough guy but, in Scott’s opinion, resistant to change and lacking in vision.

      Callum crossed his arms. “We both agreed it was time for fresh blood. He’ll transition into one of our ambassadors, so he can still be part of the organization and we can tap into his knowledge base whenever we need it. The man has a phenomenal memory of the Cats’ history and players.”

      “That’s a good role for him.”

      “A win-win. So, what do you think? Are you up for a new challenge?”

      Although it seemed like an interesting solution, Scott didn’t want to leap into the job without knowing more. “I’d definitely like to hear what would be involved.”

      * * *

      “I’M GLAD YOU’LL be part of my team. Welcome aboard.”

      Callum’s simple words, when Scott signed his contract two days later, summed up what had really appealed to him. What Scott had missed since he’d retired. Being part of a team. And not just any team, but his beloved Ice Cats.

      He’d discussed the job with Andy, his friends and his kids before accepting Callum’s offer. Andy had reiterated his view that Scott would do well in a business role. Angela had teased him about finding another position where he could boss people around, and Wayne had thought it was cool that his dad would be in management. Kasanski had put in a bid for a mega-millions mega-year contract, which Scott had treated with the respect it deserved—he’d ignored it.

      As for Scott, he was psyched. For the first time in a year, he was eager to get started. “Glad to be here.”

      Callum wasted no time throwing Scott in the deep end. After a quick introduction to the front-office staff—most of whom Scott knew from his time as a player—and a review of his induction schedule, the pair went through the issues that needed to be dealt with before training camp began.

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