Chapter 217
Untitled
Tennis
The sun-drenched tennis court was alive with the rhythmic thwack of balls meeting racquet strings. Sophia's feet danced across the clay, her movements fluid and precise. She had always excelled at tennis, a sport that combined her natural athleticism with the strategic thinking she'd honed through years of training.
As she served an ace, Sophia couldn't help but reflect on how her tennis skills had unexpectedly come in handy during her CIA career. The quick reflexes, the ability to read opponents, and the stamina built on countless courts had all translated seamlessly into her covert work.
Her opponent, a fellow agent named Jake, cursed under his breath as he missed another return. "I swear, Sophia, it's like you're not even human sometimes," he called out, a mix of frustration and admiration in his voice.
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