The third quarter was winding down, and every second felt like an hour. The lead was shrinking, and the gap between the scores was getting smaller.
Over on the Blacklist bench, things were awkward and freezing. Jinzo was sitting on the very edge of his stool, far from Jaz and Nia. He felt a ball of anxiety growing in his stomach, making him feel sick.
He couldn't stop staring at Victoria. She was just leaning back, calmly typing on her phone. She had this tiny look of disgust, or was it annoyance, on her lips. She wasn't even looking at the game anymore.
To her, this high-stakes match was basically just background noise, like even she knew it was over. Jinzo looked over at the court and saw Nash defending. Nash was just walking around, slow and calm, looking like he didn't have a single worry in the world.
"This makes no fucking sense," Jinzo muttered. His chest felt tight and he started sweating profusely.
