Chapter 93: Caught In The Middle
"You seem a bit preoccupied today," Rob heard Dacey comment as she sipped her coffee.
"Hmm, I guess so," Rob said breaking out of his thoughts and gifting her with a small smile.
"Why? What’s the matter?" Dacey asked in concern.
"Nothing, it’s just some feeling. You know the kind that you get. As if... as if... you feel as if something bad is going to happen, but don’t know what it could be. I have been feeling this way for some time now," Rob said finding it difficult to put it in words.
"What is the worst that could happen?" Dacey shook her head. "There have been a lot of people praising you ever since that article came out two days ago. The newspaper hasn’t stopped singing praises about you and you are clearly the star of LWC currently. Even us wrestlers aren’t as popular as you in LWC now."
"That is exactly the thing that is making me feel a little out of sorts," Rob said frowning. "I am a booker. My role is behind the curtain. The spotlight should never shine at me."
"Isn’t that a good thing? At least, now other people know about your talents, right?" Dacey asked in confusion.
"I don’t know. Something feels off," Rob said shaking his head.
While it may look like Rob is being a little paranoid to Dacey and others, Rob knew that he had ample reasons to feel so. He knew that a storm was going to hit the wrestling industry soon and didn’t want to be anywhere near it.
However, with the way things were going, he felt like he was being pushed to the center of the storm involuntarily. He knew people like Mr. Wagner and Steven are old foxes and are not easy to deal with. So, his recent rise in popularity always felt a little off to him.
Moreover, he had seen people dragged down from high up on the altar within hours in his old world. As they say, the higher your position, the harder your fall. And currently, he was being touted as the next big thing in the industry. This wasn’t some small title to carry.
So, these constant heaps of praises he has been receiving of late were not making him comfortable at all. Rather, they were making him nervous. He felt as if there was someone guiding this whole thing from the shadows.