**Grayson's POV**

"Grayson, aren't you having dinner with us?"

I stopped walking towards my car and looked back to answer Bram. "No, I'm not. I have important business."

The general manager threw an empty bottle at me. "What's more important than a team dinner?"

If it wasn't for my laziness to do anything today, I might have given him the gift of a punch to the face. Unfortunately, I wasn't in the mood for a fight today. So instead of responding to him, I just raised my middle finger in the air ...