The End: Pierce

THE END

PIERCE

Jets Get SWEPT in the Playoffs

Jets Fall in the First Round

Jets Remain TRASH

“ D oes it bother you that the fans don’t appreciate the fact that the Jets made it further than they ever have this year?” Harlow asked. “Like…This was their first time in the playoffs in forever.”

“They do appreciate it.” I tossed The Sports Times into the trash. “They still want to win, though.”

“So, you think they’ll go further in the playoffs next year?”

“Hell no.” I laughed. “It’ll take at least five years.”

“You’re okay with that?”

“As long as I have other things that are going well in my life.” I picked up one of her red velvet cupcakes. “And you .”

“Put that down, Uncle Brooks!” Olivia snatched it from my hand. “That’s for the pre-testing customers, and you’re not one of them.”

“You let the twins have one.”

“They’re special.”

I leaned against the counter, watching her tie on a pink “Patissier” apron that matched Harlow’s. As the twins played in a booth with “Mary Poppins” (I couldn’t fire her) and my father, I realized that for the first time in my life, I had something that my billions could never buy.

Something that I would never abandon or let go.

THE END.