Page 7 of The Game
I trust my knowledge of the team and social media strategy, but I don’t know them personally, which adds to my uncertainty.
Athletes can be a tough crowd, understandable since everyone usually wants something from them, just like I do.
Though I’m simply doing my job, I’m also prepared for some of them to prefer doing anything else rather than discussing what they should post on Instagram.
It all seems superficial in the grand scheme of things.
Nevertheless, I’m hopeful they’ll understand this is part of the job.
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After a weekend at home, I feel rested and ready for the week to begin. It was wonderful being back, watching TV with my dad, and spending some quality time together before life gets hectic.
I look in the mirror and finish my makeup with a touch of lipstick and gloss.
My blonde hair is down, and I’m satisfied with the result of my overnight curls. The outfit I’ve chosen consists of trousers that are tight over my hips and flare out over the knees. I’ve matched my beige trousers with a deep brown blouse and my new heels.
Feeling prepared, I grab my bag and head for the arena, excited for the day ahead.
Clarissa greets me with a smile from the reception desk, handing me my access card.
When I arrive at the PR department, a beautiful woman with striking red hair greets me.
She has high cheekbones, which lend her a sculpted quality. Her eyes are green, and she carries herself with a confidence that feels both professional and inviting.
“You must be Sarah! I’m Samantha, so happy to meet you.”
We exchange a quick hug, making me relax.
“Nice to meet you, Samantha, it’s good having another woman around,” I tell her, before entering the office space we will be sharing.
“I’m so happy to finally have a roommate, or whatever we call this,” she says, making both of us chuckle.
We settle into the couch, and I learn that Samantha has been with the team for around two years. She’s twenty-six, two years older than me, and according to her, she has the whole team wrapped around her little finger.
At least, most of them. I don’t doubt it.
She seems like a woman who could get any man to do what she prefers.
“I was going to ask you if there are any troublemakers I need to prepare for,” I tell her.
My first meetings with the players will start tomorrow with Noah and Caleb.
“Well, they’re all trouble in one way or another. Most of them will probably flirt with you but also respect you at the same time. It can be a weird dynamic at first, but you’ll get used to it, and soon enough, they will all feel like extended family.”
She tells me some of the guys keep to themselves and don’t socialize much with the team, while others like to go out for a night once in a while.
Samantha says she’s tagged along a few times, but having me on the team will make it even better, since we can go out together.
There are no rules against being with the players, but Samantha makes it clear she’s never crossed a line.
She doesn’t say she’d ever wanted to, though, but I don’t ask.
A question for another day.
I tell her about my first meetings with Noah and Caleb.
“Caleb is such a cute guy. A little shy and introverted, but he’s got a heart of gold. When he warms up, he will be like a little brother,” she says, making me grateful that he’s one of the first I’ll meet.
