Chapter 11

Chris’s POV

I settled into the uncomfortable armchair to wait, sipping lukewarm coffee from a stained Styrofoam cup. The muffled roar of the circus outside occasionally swelled as more celebrities arrived.

I tried to focus on reviewing my resume and writing portfolio, mentally rehearsing my pitch for this potential gig. But my mind kept wandering, picturing that mysterious woman - Megan - and her brash confidence in the face of the unrelenting media glare.

Was she the actual boxer? Or just another member of the entourage? Surely a woman couldn't be the marquee attraction for an event garnering this level of hysteria... could she?

My brows furrowed as I mentally replayed her toned, athletic physique and the almost feral glint in her eye. Maybe she was the trainer or something.

Two hours ticked by in agonizing slowness, the coffee growing cold and stale in my mouth. I was just contemplating another piping hot refill from the lobby's batte