ON HOLD! to the top! | élisa de almeida.

chapter five.

⏱️ : later that evening.
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"ugh, where is she? i told her to meet me here by 7:00," jia complained as she checked her watch. as if on queue, elisa walked up the bridge where they were meeting - her hands dug in her pockets.

"ah elisa!" jia quickly ran up to her, "i have really good news! i managed to get the chance to sign the contract today!"

elisa just sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes whilst jia continued, "it's true! today at around 3pm! so do some exercises tomorrow before training starts!"

the footballer sighed as she stopped walking - turning to the agent in next to her. "did you not understand what i said? i'm not having you as my agent," she continued walking.

"ah did you not hear? i already signed the contract!"

"not interested."

"with me you'll have so many chances! you won't regret it!"

when elisa ignored her and continued walking, jia sighed as she grabbed her arm and stopped her - turning her around.

"why me?" elisa asked in an annoyed tone.

"what?"

"as your client, why me? there's so many players in psg, why are you ignoring them and choosing me?"

jia looked down, "i just..." she sighed and looked up, making eye contact with the taller, "i'm placing my bets on you. i'm repaying debts i owed you since you didn't hold that bathroom thing against me."

"it's not like i'm helping you, it was just a weird encounter so what. can't you just get off my back?"

the two just stood there and made eye contact for a while before the older walked away. however, jia didn't give up as she sped-walked after her.

elisa noticed this and started running down the concrete stairs, jia doing the same. jia was a bit behind so elisa was relieved she reached the end before her.

"ah!" jia shouted.

the other furrowed her eyebrows and turned around, "she falls and hurts herself every step she takes," as she went up to the girl who was now wincing at her 'twisted ankle.'

"where's it hurting?" elisa asked as she sat next to her.

the agent just sighed, "it's fine," she said as she tried getting up but quickly sat back down with a small scream of pain.

"give it here," the latter said as she held her ankle, muttering: "you can't even run, how can you be a football agent?"

"it hurts don't touch it."

the older put it down and got up, "show me you can stand up then."

jia had convincing eyes as she looked up at elisa, grabbing her wrist as if she was desperate: "just be my client this once, okay?"

the footballer sighed and slowly started walking away again, but jia quickly stood up: "elisa de almeida!"

the girl stopped walking.

"what are you afraid of?"

elisa scoffed and turned around, "doesn't it hurt? were you lying to me just now?"

"it's not like you've only been playing for one or two years, it's not difficult for you to play is it."

"you're really annoying," elisa muttered to herself but loud enough for the shorter to hear before walking away; jia was about to go after her, but just decided she shouldn't.

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elisa was in bed, flipping sides repeatedly. "ugh who even is this jia allaire anyways," she asked herself, annoyed as she picked up the business card she received from her, along with her phone.

instagram : @jiaallaire

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elisa gulped as she got curious and just clicked a few posts.

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elisa shook her head, in disbelief that she was basically stalking jia's instagram, "whatever i'm going to sleep," she quickly said to herself as she put her phone on her bedside table.