Chapter 408: Death.
(TL/n: My bad, y'all. Ramadan started this month, and between work and classes, I've been struggling to find time. I'm not great at managing my schedule... but I'll do my best to wrap this up once and for all since we're so close to the finish line.)
After wrapping up the postgame press conference, Han Sen returned to the locker room, only to find Dante Cunningham still there.
"Boss, I was catching up with some of the guys in Cleveland," Cunningham said as he got up to greet Han.
Han smirked. "How's Nikola holding up?" His bias toward Jokić was obvious.
Cunningham chuckled. "He's fine, but Luka? Man, that kid looked at me like I stole something from him. Just because he lost a game? Come on. If anyone's got deeper ties to Cleveland, it's us—not him."
Han chuckled. Dončić really was shaping up to be this timeline's version of Andrew Wiggins. If the Kings and Cavaliers met in the Finals one day, that could turn into something very interesting.
Then Cunningham leaned in with a conspiratorial grin. "Guess who I ran into over there?"
Han barely had a chance to guess before Cunningham answered himself. "Jason!"
"Tatum?" Han raised an eyebrow. There were plenty of people named Jason, but from Cunningham's expression, it was clear who he meant.
Cunningham nodded. "Yeah, he was chatting with some of the Cavaliers' staff—looked real familiar with them too. Caught me off guard."
That did surprise Han. Tatum was a Duke guy. If this were Charlotte, he wouldn't have thought twice about it. But Cleveland? That was unexpected.