Reeves left without another word a few moments after he finished the conversation with Jonas.
The door clicked shut behind him, softer than it should have been, and Jonas stayed where he was, eyes fixed on the empty space the man had occupied.
After a few seconds, he dragged a hand down his face and leaned back in his chair, letting out a long breath that sounded like it had been sitting in his chest all morning.
"This can't keep happening," he muttered to no one.
He straightened almost immediately, as if the thought itself had pushed him upright.
His chair creaked as he leaned forward, already reaching for the phone.
"We have to get this in order," Jonas said under his breath. "And we have to be quick."
He dialled, waited through one ring, then spoke clearly.
"Yeah. Can you put me through to the sporting director, please? Tell him it's about a player we let go."
He set the receiver down and stared at the file again while the line connected.
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