"There is one tricky problem, though. It's Robinson. I discovered he's been smoking weed," Chen Yu said.
Brian, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, heard his words and his eyes instantly shot wide open again.
After a full three seconds, Brian slammed his hand on the table and roared, "Fuck!"
"Chen, are you sure?"
Brian's face darkened. If the media got ahold of this, the fallout would be every bit as bad as the situation with J Kidd.
Chen Yu nodded and pointed to his nose. "I have a very keen sense of smell. He has that scent on him. I'm positive he smoked before coming to practice today."
"Fuck."
Brian cursed again and slumped back into his chair in frustration. He yanked his tie loose, his brow furrowed into a deep knot.
If this were some benchwarmer, it would be a no-brainer. We'd tell him to pack his bags and send him right back where he came from.
But this was Clifford Robinson, the beloved Uncle Cliff.
