Sighing, Stan kept reading. The next message stopped him.
Zack: [I know you don't need a school certificate at this point. I know you're past that. There's no amount of money I could offer that would move the needle when you drive a Lamborghini and the cost of that car alone is worth several times more than this trophy.]
Zack: [But this isn't about the trophy. It's about pride. It's about not being ridiculed on every platform I open for the rest of the semester.]
Zack: [So here's my proposal.]
Zack: [If you help us win this game, I'll personally arrange for friends to cover your attendance for the rest of the semester. Every lecture you don't feel like attending, handled. Your name marked present. Notes shared. Quizzes? I know people. Discreetly.]
Zack: [All you have to do is play one basketball game.]
Stan paused. Then read the message again. A quiet laugh escaped him. 'This guy. He really does know exactly what to offer.'
