Page 17 of The Game
Just as I make my way to our department, Henry calls me in for a meeting, and I quickly run into the office to drop off my coat.
“I have to go, Jessica, meeting time. Hopefully it’s not my dismissal on the agenda!” I say quietly into the phone before hanging up and heading into the office.
I grab my notebook and make my way into Henry’s office.
He gestures for me to take a seat in the chair in front of his desk.
I sit down and feel my nerves rising, but quickly realize this is more of a catch-up than a serious meeting.
“Tell me, Sarah, how has everything been these first few weeks?” Henry is all smiles, and I relax into the chair.
“It’s been really good. I’m almost through with all the initial meetings with the players and have a strategy plan moving forward with their social media,” I tell him.
Aside from the whole McGregor incident today, everything has been going well.
Even though some players aren’t very interested in social media, they’ve still agreed to at least try some of my suggestions and step slightly outside their comfort zones.
“That’s good to hear. Your work so far is excellent, Sarah, so keep up what you’re already doing.”
We discuss the broader strategies they have in place for the team to ensure I’m aligned with my individual plans.
When we finish, I go back to our office and find Samantha there.
“Hey girlie, how did the meeting go with the captain?” she asks me, and luckily, she keeps her eyes on her computer, so she misses my reaction at the mention of him.
I’m unsure if I should tell her about this mess, but she’s been so welcoming and is quickly becoming a friend, I can confide in.
I bite my lip, and when I take my time answering, Samantha spins around in her chair.
“Spill.” I close our door and sit down in the lounge area, Samantha following me.
“Well, he accused me of being an escort, and I kind of slapped him across his face and stormed off, so I wouldn’t say it went great,” I tell her, waiting for her reaction.
She starts laughing hysterically, and part of the dread in my stomach lifts.
Maybe this isn’t as bad as I thought.
“Oh my god. I wish I were a fly on the wall for this interaction. Tell me all about it.”
I tell her about him opening the door, whistling at me, which makes me cringe.
What a horndog.
Then I tell her that he thought Noah had sent me over as a present for him before the infamous slap acrossthe face, me explaining my real job, and me storming off before I inflicted any more physical or verbal harm.
I leave out the way his gaze made my heart race and skin tingle, before it all went south.
I glance down at my outfit again, unsure if it’s too daring, but Samantha just scoffs at that.
“Like hell. Obviously, you look stunning, but you always do. In his defence, he’s been swamped, and his wishful thinking got the best of him. Very unlike Alexander, I must say. You must have made quite an impression on him,” Samantha says, and I feel the prickling on my skin again.
Even though I’m confident my outfit isn’t too much, it still feels good to have Samantha confirm it.
“Yeah, I don’t know how we’ll go forward, though. What if he reports me for physical assault?” I ask her, and she shakes her head at me.
“I know Alexander, he would never do that when he’s obviously in the wrong here. Just give it some time, I’m sure it will all be good with time.”
Once we’ve covered all the aspects of the situation, we get back to work, and I feel better knowing he probably won’t report me.
