The evening continues...
As the coach continued to furiously berate his team, Kevin, the quiet and soft-spoken general manager of the Jets, took advantage of the distraction to slip away unnoticed. With his heart pounding, he cautiously made his way through the dimly lit corridors of the arena, hoping no one would catch him in the act.
Kevin had always been a timid man, preferring to stay in the background, making crucial decisions from the safety of his office. The chaos of the game, combined with the coach's drunken wrath, had become too much for him to bear. He knew that he couldn't face the anger and disappointment head-on, so he decided to make a discreet exit.
As he reached the arena's side door, Kevin's hands trembled as he fumbled with his keycard. After a few tense moments, the lock clicked, and he eased the door open. The cool night air of Las Vegas greeted him, and he stepped out into the darkness, the door closing silently behind him.
Kevin knew he'd have to face the consequences eventually, but for now, he just needed to escape the intensity and harshness of the situation. He walked quickly, disappearing into the shadows of the city, grateful for the temporary reprieve from the turmoil he had left behind.