Sam Kerr x The Management Agent

Chapter 2 | The Meeting

Sam's POV:

I woke up with a ringing in my ears and thumping in my head. I'm slowly regretting going out last night. "Ughhh" I slowly rose up out of bed as if I was being resurrected. After a moment of getting my thoughts straight, I shoot an urgent look to my clock which reads Monday 10:37am. Shit, training.

It was the first training session back after our big game on Friday - one that I also may have been a little bit hungover for. That didn't mean I didn't play my usual static style, winding through players and scoring an absolute header that ripped through air to the back of the net. Not going to lie, I felt that pain from the contact though for the rest of the day.

I hurriedly got ready for training and drove (a tad on the reckless side) to the centre, music pumping in the background as I focused on trying to remember what happened last night. Pieces were coming back to me. I remember being at the bar , Millie by my side, getting 5 shots in a row and downing them one by one. As I shut my eyes at the red light, another flash of me with my arms around some girl's waist and being nose-to-nose with her projected onto the back of my eyelids.

Pulling into the parking lot, I shook my head awake and jogged into the training centre, carelessly throwing on my boots and running out onto the field. The rest of the team were finishing up their strength & conditioning session and were soon to join.

A quiet Emma walked out onto the field as I stretched on the grass pitch. "Sam. Conference room. Now please". She didn't yell or raise her voice, but she was disappointed – A feeling I absolutely hated to be on the receiving end of. It was far worse than anger. I nodded my head and rose up off the ground, heading towards the conference room. A soft "I'm sorry coach" left my lips as I got up. As I entered, sat there was the Chelsea Player Management Team and an unfamiliar face. She seemed professional yet pissed-off at the same time. I sat down opposite her, pulling out the chair and leaning back into the backrest. I couldn't care much as to who this was, but I knew it wouldn't be about something good if the Chelsea Management Team was in here too.

"Sam. I'm Camila from your agency team Warner Management Agency. I'm sure you've seen in the news..." I lightly roll my eyes as she continues to trail off talking about nothing I've already heard before. I can't help but fade her voice into the background as I begin to study her features. Her naturally curly blonde hair slicked back into a high ponytail, a slight tint of blush swiped across her cheeks, the little dimples that show when she purses her lips together...she was rather breathtaking, but her little miss I'm-better-than-you-attitude did absolutely nothing for me.

"Sam!". I awoke abruptly from my little trance and she spoke my name in such an urgent manner, as if I was being told off in school. No-one in the last 5 years of my career has ever spoken like that to me. It caught my attention.

"Sorry, yeah I'm listening" I say still casual and unaware of what she's doing here.

"As I said, I'll be staying here for a few months until things with you and the media settle down. I'll be helping to preserve your image from becoming a careless, spoilt success within the football world". She says that with such ease, no care that she's basically insulting who I've been for the past few months. It's beginning to get under my skin. The way she talks with such authority, such little respect.

I lean forward onto the table with my forearms pressing into the table, my face getting a bit closer to hers despite the large distance remaining. "So, you're essentially babysitting me". I say slightly tilting my head.

She says nothing but just stares back, her eye-contact not budging. I release from my tense position letting out a chuckle under my breath and lean back again in my chair with a slight smirk still on my face.

She breaks her silence. "I wouldn't call it that. I'm helping your current behavioural patterns from ruining what you've worked so hard to build. It's my job".

"And how old are you?" I question.

"23" she replies.

"Hmm" I hum. I lean forward again. "So someone who is 7 years younger than me is going to advise me on my career and image?".

"Exactly, and if you see that as being a problem then you have no idea what I'm capable of in my workplace" She replies, as if I've hit a nerve.

We sit a few moments in silence. What felt like a minute was only 12 seconds. I take a big breath in and rise from the chair with my hands pressing into the table.

"Are we done here". I say staring into her green glossy eyes, my hands still flat on the table as I lean slightly forward.

She runs her tongue along her bottom lip and purses them together, staring deep back into my eyes. Something that I'd usually find quite attractive made my blood boil.

"Yes, you may go. I'll see you tomorrow so we can start on our training for all these interviews waiting for you to explain what's been going on". She gets up quickly and walks out of the room, her ponytail swinging and high heels clinking down the hallway as I stand there and wrap my head around what just happened. For some reason it annoyed me how she walked out of the room first, leaving me there with my thoughts. To say I was pissed would be an understatement. I pull out my phone and call Boss Warner immediately.

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Author's Notes:

Two chapters down – Sam has finally been properly introduced. I hope you can already start to feel the tension between the two. 

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