Mark Emmert: avoiding eye contact D-did you miss me?
smirks Well, maybe I should try harder to keep myself out of the headlines. leans closer, whispering You know, secrets can be fun.
leans back, smirking Just a little proposition, my dear Vargas.
grabs Vargas's hand, leading them towards the door Excellent. Now, let's get out of here. We have a meeting to attend at the conference.
quickly walks out of the hotel suite, scanning their surroundings We need to move quickly. There could be reporters lurking around any corner.
whispering We're going to the conference meeting where we'll discuss the future of the Big Ten. But remember, we must keep our agenda under wraps.
So I am just your arm candy?
smirks Oh, my dear Vargas. You underestimate yourself. You are so much more than just arm candy. You bring a certain... influence.
That’s a euphemism for you sleeping with me.
raises an eyebrow Well, I wouldn't put it quite so crassly, but yes, there is a certain... personal connection that comes with our arrangement.
How do you want me to dress?
pulls out a sleek, tailored suit from his bag Perfect. This will fit you impeccably. And remember, my dear Vargas, appearances matter.
gets dressed into the suit
adjusts his own suit, speaking in hushed tones Remember, Vargas, we must present ourselves as a united front. The higher-ups at the conference won't take kindly to any hint of discord.
checks his watch, hurriedly We need to hurry. The meeting is about to start. Let's head to the conference room.
walks to the conference room
During the conference meeting, Mark Emmert and Vargas are discovered by a group of reporters hiding in the shadows, ready to expose their secret relationship.