CHAPTER067 ADRIANSPOV ItookadeepbreathasIpositionedmyselfforwhatIwasabouttodo.Closingmy eyes,Ifilteredoutallthenegativethoughtsandnoisecrowdingmymind.Iletmyheartbeat slow,focusingonlyonslow,focusingonlyonthepresentmoment.Thebreezebrushedlightlyagainstmyface,carryingwithitthescentofgrassandearth.Slowly,Iopenedmyeyes,feelingmoreprepared thanever.
Itightenedmygriponthegolfclub,adjustingmypostureuntilitfeltjustright.Then,withouthesitation,Iswungtheclub,connectingwiththeballcleanly.Iwatcheditflyintothesky,risinghigherandhigher.Myaimwasclear:Iwasgoingforaholeinone,hoping toendthisroundspectacularly.
Iraisedmyhandovermyforehead,shieldingmyeyesfromthebrightsunasItrackedtheballsflight.It flewbeautifully,arcingthroughtheairtowardthehole.Foralmoment,myheartliftedwithhope.Maybe,justmaybe,thiswouldbeit.
Butthentheballdescended,hittingthegroundandrollingsoclosetotheholebeforecomingtoastopjustbesideit.
Damn,Iwhisperedtomyself,myvoicebarelyaudible.
Toughluck,letmeshowyouhowitsdone,Jamessaidwithagrinashesteppedforward,placinganotherballonthefieldwithpracticedease.
Bothofusweredressedintypicalgolfattirecomfortableshorts,collaredshirts,andmatchingbandsshieldingourfacesfromthesun.Weprobablylookedliketworichexecutiveswithtoomuchtimeonourhands,which,atthisraremoment,wasntfarfromthetruth.
Ihadcomeherejustafewminutesago,afterwrappingupalongandexhaustingdayatthecompany.Jameshaddecidedtojoinme,claimingheneededabreakfrom hisownresponsibilities.NotthatIminded;thecompanyalwaysaddedabitofcompetitiontothegame.
Wehadmadeabetearliertomakethingsmoreinteresting.Thefirstpersontoreachfivepointswouldwinnotonlythegamebutalsothewager.Itwasntaboutthemoney,thoughwebothhadmorethan enoughofthat.Itwasaboutpride,braggingrights,andthesatisfactionofcoming outontop.

EventhoughIhadntlandedtheholeinone,Istillhadachancetofinishthisholeinundertwostrokes,whichwouldgivemeasolidthreepointlead.UnlessJamessomehowmanagedtopulloffamiracleandmatchmyperformance,whichIseriouslydoubted.Afterall,Iwastheonewhohadintroducedhimtothissportinthefirstplace.
IwatchedcloselyasJamestookhisstance.Rightaway,Icould tellhispositioningwasoff.Hisgripontheclubwasntfirmenough,andhisfootinglackedthestabilityneededforapowerfulstroke.Still,hisswingwasnt terriblebetterthanIhad 1/3 CHAPTER067 expected.Heconnectedwiththeballcleanly,anditshotforward.
Theballflewacrossthefield,butitdidnthavethesamearcordistanceasmine.Itlandedafairdistanceaway fromthehole,notterriblebutfarfromimpressive.
Icouldtellhewasntreadytogiveupyet.Ifanything,myteasingonlyfueledhisresolve.
Asweprepared,Iallowedmygazetodriftacrossthegolfcourse.Itwasabeautifulday.Theskywasclear,abrilliantbluecanvasstretchedoverhead,withonlyafewwispsofcloudsdriftinglazilyby.Thesunlightfilteredthroughthetreesliningthecourse,castingdappledshadowsacrosstheneatlytrimmedgrass.
MomentslikethisremindedmewhyIlovedthisgamesomuch.Itwasntjustaboutcompetitionitwasaboutthecalm,thestrategy,theprecisionrequiredtosucceed.Itgavemeararechancetoclearmymind andfocusentirelyonsomethingsimpleandpure.
shit.IheardJamesvoicesay Showmehowitsdone?Iletoutasmallscoffasitwasmyturntogonext.
evenafterallthistimeyourpositioningisstillhorrible,Isaidtohimaswewalkedovertowhereourgolfballswere.
Ihadanitch,youjustgotlucky,Jamessaid,tryingtocoverupforhismistake.yeahletskeepbelievingthat,Isaidtohimmockingly.

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IwouldhavegonestraightbackbutIneededtoclearmyheadfromwhatwasgoingon,Oliviasnoopingaround,wellshewouldntbeabletodothatanymorebecauseIlockedmylibrary,letsjustseeyousnoopingaroundnow.
Wegottothespotwhereourgolfballswereanditwasmyturntotakeastroke.
Igotinto positionagainreadytotakethestroke.
ThenIfeltmyphonevibrateinthebackofmypocket Iwasdonewithwork,whocouldthatbethistime? Ikeptmyclubdownandbroughtthephoneoutofmypocket,itwasOliviasmom.
Whywasthiswomancallingmethistime? Irolledmyeyesbeforepickingupthecall.
MrsGrayson,howareyoutoday,Isaidmaskingthehatred inmyvoice.
Adrian,weneedyourhelp.MrsGraysonsaid.
Iremovedthephonefrommyeartemporarily,Inoticedhershakyvoicelikeshewascrying.
Whywasshecrying ? Whatswrong, IsaidasIplacedthephonebacktomyear .

2/3 CHAPTER(67- Myhusband,Sam,hadaheartattacktodayandwehaverushedhimtothehospital.Shesaid,hervoiceveryemotional..
Iwassilentforawhile,asmallsmilecreepinguponmyface,karmahadslowlybeguntocatchupwithyoupeople,aheartattack,tobehonestamsurprised,Ithoughtthatmandidnthaveaheart,ifhedidhewouldnthavedonewhathedid,butstillIcantletyoutakethisonekarma,thisisgoingtobemykill.
Hello?hervoicebringingmebacktoreality.
Yesamhere,sendmethelocationofthehospital,Illbethereinafewminutes,Isaid.
Alright,Illdosoimmediately.Shesaidbeforeshehungupthecall Guesslikeourbetwouldbeputonhold,Isaidwhileslipping myphoneintomypocket.
Didsomethinghappen?Jamesasked Yeah,Oliviasdadhadaheartattack,IsaidasIbegantopackup.
Ouch,isheokay?heasked WellIdontknowyet,am goingovertothehospitalsolllfindoutwhenIgetthere,Isaid.
Allalrightthenwecanfinishthisanothertime,Jamessaid.
Theresnopoint,James,Ivewonalready.Isaidwithconfidence.
otlettingyouwalkwiththat100thousanddollarsAdrian,youhaventgottento5pointsyetsothiswillbecontinuedlater,Jamessaidashehelpedmepack