Break of Dawn

08 | great chances

AS IT TURNED OUT, Rory had ended up agreeing with Dickhead Charlie about trying for the position of assistant of the Director of Player Personnel. Granted, she'd rather if things had happened differently. Taking advantage of her dad's name was not something she enjoyed doing, but it was either that or losing any shot at an opportunity, and, unfortunately, she wasn't in a position to miss out on any chances.

It was Friday morning, her meeting with the DPP was set for seven a.m. and she had managed to arrive twenty minutes early. She hadn't slept much the night before, anxiety always had a way of making her lose sleep and Rory couldn't remember being that nervous in a long time.

The meeting with Charles Northrop hadn't had any effects on her since she wasn't expecting much out of it, but thinking that this could be her chance of finally getting closer to her dream was enough to make her fidgety.

She sat at her car, watching as the sky settled in a light shade of blue, the hues of orange slowly fading in the horizon while she drank the black tea she had bought on the way there. From where she was parked, Rory could see Damien's car, a copycat of her Jeep Wrangler that instead of black was red — because of course if was — and kept thinking that she needed to get inside before her cousin caught her there.

Their morning practice usually ended around seven and she still hadn't talked to him about the possibility of her working for the team. Damien had a big mouth, and she wanted to wait until things were certain to share the news with anyone— especially her dad.

When the clock hit a quarter to seven, she left the comfort of her car and walked to the Athletic Center. It was easy finding her way around since it hadn't been more than three days that she had visited the building. She gave her name to the guy sitting at the front desk, and waited on a large sitting area at the third floor, that gave her a privileged view of the training field.

There were a few players still running some drills. Rory watched it attentively,  reminiscing about all the times, growing up, when she had sat on the sidelines while her dad coached practices, which was basically how she had been introduced to the sport.

She heard steps on the laminated floor and brought her attention back inside. A stocky middle aged man was hurriedly coming in her direction, looking like he'd missed his alarm that morning. He had salt and pepper hair, weathered brown skin and soft eyes.

"Aurora?" He asked her, she nodded even though he was too busy looking for something inside his backpack "Hello, I'm so sorry I'm late, sorry to keep you waiting" Rory looked down at her watch, it was ten past seven. He finally found his key and unlocked the door.

"Come on in, come on in" He opened the door and hurried inside, disappearing before she even had time to get up from her seat "Please please make yourself comfortable" He indicated the chair for her to sit, while trying to tidy up the mess on his table. Rory set down and looked around.

The corner office was spacious, the floor to ceiling window on her right had a view of the training camp, the one behind his huge mahogany L-shaped desk outlooked the parking lot at the front of the building. The two other walls were double glazed, with enclosed white blinds. There was a 2-piece sectional in the team's color, a worn-out cerulean blue and a mahogany bookcase against the left wall.

"Didn't even introduce myself, huh?" His voice brought her attention back said "I'm Quincy Clay, Director of Player Personnel" 

"It's a pleasure, sir" Rory gave him a tight lipped smile.

"Likewise" He responded politely "Im really sorry for setting a meeting so early in the morning" He added apologetically "I'll be going away for a few days and I really needed to tackle this before leaving."