First few days of work went a bit like: coffee runs, late night clean up, early morning meeting and not much working directly with the creative directors/designers. It was huge disappointment but at least we got to look into other aspects of the business.
This today, Thursday, on the other hand, was going to to different and way more fun. Some of the PSG players were coming to do their photoshoot for the collection and Neymar was going to be one of them.
I made sure to arrive extra early, so Charles and I could help out together, since it was more models, it included more people, more security and a lot more professionals with their hands on deck.
"Do you have any idea what's going on?" Charles asked as we walked to set filled with people walking back and forth.
"Not at all," I confessed and we just stood there waiting to make sense of the situation.
"INTERNS!" Madam Blanchet yelled as she got closer to us, "Here is your list of responsibilities for the day, get to work!"
We took it from her and it said that I was responsible for looking after the make up artists and and their needs, while Charles was responsible for the needs of the photographers.
With that we made our way to the areas and helped as we would. An hour later the players arrived.
I greeted them all in a professional manner, in their make up chair, since I was at work. Neymar and Marco found weird but went with it.
"Wow," Neymar expressed, "if I didn't know you, I would think that you were a super serious person."
"I am serious Ney," I said, "you just never got to see it."
"Sure you are," he said with a sarcastic tone, "are you still coming on Saturday?"
"Do I have a choice?" I asked.
"No, and I glad you know that," he replied and I laughed.
"I wanted to ask you something," I said to him as he finished his make up.
"Shoot."
"Why were you talking about me to Kylian?" I asked him.
"Busted," Marco said as he passed by.
"Ahh," Ney was left speechless, "I just thought you guys would get along well."
"Really?" I asked.
Before he could answer he was called to wardrobe and said, "gotta go!"
He ran out and I just stayed at my post to do my job and not really think much of it. After some time, the shoot began. The guys were all placed in the spots and it was fun.
They all worked well together and with the photographer, so many incredible pictures were coming through to the monitor.
"Yes guys!" The photographer yelled, "great poses!"
Eventually, my father even stopped by to see all the great results that everyone in the company was already talking about.
"This looks wonderful," he said, "amazing promotion for both brands."
"I agree," I told him, "they are doing a good job."
"All we needed was the golden boy himself," he said.
"Maybe," I said, "maybe Kylian can be on the next one."
"I can be on the next what?" A voice says. We turn around and it's Kylian. Is he everywhere?
"Kylian!" My dad said and quickly went to embrace him, "very nice seeing you! And we were referring to being on the next photoshoot."
"Always a pleasure to see you too, sir," he said, "I would definitely be on the next one."
"Kylian, this is my daughter, Y/n," my dad said.
"This is your daughter?" He asked.
"The one and only," my dad responded.
"We met, dad," I clarified, "what are you doing here?"
"Can't I come visit my teammates on set?" He asked.
"Of course you can," I answered.
As the shoot went on my dad and Kylian talked about the football while I paid close attention to the guys.
Finally, they were finished and as they left the set, Charles and I could start cleaning everything up so we could go to home. By the time we finished up it was already dark out and I was exhausted. We both got a ride home from my dad and when I arrived I quickly went to bed.
Friday
Early morning, cloudy day, woke up tired and unmotivated, need I explain anymore? I got ready and dragged myself to the kitchen where Bèatrice was sitting cheerfully eating her breakfast.
"What happened to you?" She asked, which only solidified the fact that not only felt like shit but I probably looked like it.
"It was an extremely long day of work," I clarified and proceeded to tell her everything that happened.
"Wow, that's a lot," she said, "but at least Ney was there to make you all laugh and make this exciting."
"That's for sure," I agreed, as I made myself breakfast.
"But am I the only one thinking he wanted to set you up with Kylian?" She asked.
I looked at her confused and asked, "do you see our interactions? I don't think that would work out."
"From what I have seen," she started to speak, "in the car or when I found you guys here, you looked really cute."
I paused and gave it a thought but then recall the first impressions and immediately shut it down.
"Let's just leave that," I said, "and let's brainstorm present ideas for Bruna."
"Now we're talking," she said.
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The Setbacks (Kylian Mbappé x Reader)
FanfictionYou are a young aspiring designer, your father is one of the heads of Dior. You moved to Paris from Manchester for his job. You have everything you could ever wish for, and more but deep down you wanna work for something that is only yours and in th...