Vex leaned over during the handshake. “Second place is a generous ceiling for you, Crash. Don’t strain yourself.”
His teammate, Mira, slumped beside him, her holographic avatar already faded from the winner’s circle. “Liam,” she whispered, “the sponsors are already texting. They’re pulling the chair deal.”
Liam stood up. He didn’t say a word to Vex. He just walked over to Mira’s desk, pulled her from the caster’s chair, and handed her his headset.