"Stella, Weber changed the venue to the steep trails at the end of the Grand Ridge Road intersection. Do you want to go scout the track?"
Hearing this, Stella's eyebrow arched slightly.
The trails at the end of Grand Ridge Road?
*Oh, this is going to be fun.*
"No need. Relax, I'm going to crush Weber for you. I'm heading out—see you tomorrow."
With that, Stella stood up and walked out of the bar without a second's hesitation.
"Stella... wait!"
He wasn't even finished talking! Why was she running off so fast?
She hadn't even told him what kind of bike she needed or if she had any specific gear requirements. How was he supposed to get her set up for tomorrow?
Left with no other option since she was already gone, he quickly pulled out his phone.
Stella had barely stepped out the front doors of the bar when her phone buzzed with Jason's text.
She glanced at it and typed a quick reply.
[Don't worry about getting me a bike. Just show up to watch the race tomorrow. I'll handle the rest.]
After a brief pause, Stella sent a follow-up text.
[I'll have someone prep my bike. You just cover the cost. Transfer whatever amount you think is fair.]
For a specialized dirt bike, she could just hit up Carter Coleman.
Carter knew her specs and riding style perfectly. He'd have an absolute monster of a bike ready for her.
Reading her texts, Jason didn't hesitate. He immediately wired her one million.

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