Jessamine spent nine years turning Dashiell Carrington from an undrafted nobody with two blown knees into the captain of the New York Comets. She rebuilt his body, ghostwrote his apologies, and quit her own career to manage his. He repaid her by sleeping with his twenty-one-year-old content producer, handing the girl a training program Jessamine had created, and telling the cameras his family was everything — while his pregnant wife sat in the ER alone. He forgot to take off his mic after the game. She downloaded three copies. Then she called his mother — who happened to chair the team's board — and said two words: "I'm leaving." She didn't take the nursery, the jerseys, or the baby skates with his number on them. She took four rehab journals, a passport, and the original manuscript he told her wasn't worth publishing. Six months later, the Comets had a new president. Her name was Jessamine. No last name required.
