The car drove along a wide road.
Inside, Ewing, dressed in a short-sleeved shirt, looked at his agent, David Falcao, sitting across from him.
"David, are you sure testifying is my best option?" Ewing asked, his face a mask of worry as he rested his cheek on his large hand.
The Golden Club incident had broken back in April of this year.
The FBI had launched an investigation, and unsurprisingly, it had led to him.
Now, they were holding a trial and wanted him to testify.
If he testified, he'd be utterly humiliated. It would be a stain on his legacy.
Across from him, Falcao reached out and patted Ewing's shoulder. "Patrick, we've already discussed this. It's your best option. The story is out. Don't get your hopes up thinking, 'If the other guys aren't testifying, why should I?'"
"You should think of it this way: the others aren't testifying, but you are. If you testify and apologize, won't that make you seem more sincere? Maybe you can even win back the fans' forgiveness."
