🎶 No Role Modelz — J. Cole 🎶
After the unsuccessful meeting with Pedri, I got settled into my office. It was a small room with glass doors, not allowing me to have privacy or whatsoever. But at least I had some peace and wasn't stuck in a huge open plan office where you'd have to listen in to everyone's conversations. I got my own computer and laptop, as well as a small iPad and a work phone - everything to stay connected and at Pedri's complete disposal. Even though I didn't really think he would call me anytime soon.
I took a look at his agenda - training every day and I saw that he would leave for Saudi Arabia to travel to some cup competition next week. I also did some homework and studied every information about him I could get over the internet: who his teammates were, at the club and in the national team, with whom he got along well, who he was friends with in general and... what his type of girls was. To be honest, I was left a bit surprised: I had expected him to like gorgeous, drop-dead models, instead he seemed to go for the average "girl that lives across the street"-type, if you know what I mean. At least that's what I could judge from the photos - I was sure that those girls were wonderful people if I got to know them better. But it was clear to me what he was looking for: sex, probably not even wanting to face the girl during that, some hot pictures from time to time and that was it. He definitely wasn't looking for a girlfriend, just someone he could relieve his sexual needs with.
The good thing about this job was, that I could work from wherever and wasn't really bound to being at the office. And after returning home and spending the hours until bedtime with my girls, I opened my laptop again to schedule some shoots and interviews for my boss. It was weird to work for someone younger than me, but I had to deal with it. He could definitely use someone older to tell him what to do... or better, what not to do.
I eventually went to sleep, ready for the next day. My alarm clock rang at 7 again and I quickly checked my phone for updates. Shit. Pedri's agent had sent me a bunch of screenshots from Twitter of the footballer leaving a club, once again in a very drunk state, arms slung around some chick. He called me in that moment, and I picked up.
"Hello?" I asked.
"FUCKING HELL! You told me you could handle him yesterday! What is this shit now?" he shouted.
"I'm on it." I said confidently.
"You better be!!!" he shouted before ending the call abruptly.
I started my day as usual, driving my girls to kindergarten, before making my way to Pedri's house - I needed to put this guy into his place. When I arrived, my jaw dropped - this wasn't just a house - it was a mansion. I parked my car in the driveway and walked to the door before taking out the keys his agent had given me. I made my way inside, but was greeted by an eerie silence. His green Mini was still in the driveway, so he was definitely at home. I made my way upstairs and felt a bit bad about breaking in this way, but this guy needed to be at the training centre in less than an hour - and I didn't want to be fired on my first full day if he failed to do his duties.
I eventually found a door wide open and peeked inside. Bingo.
"Good morning Pedri" I said loudly, making sure that me heels were extra clacky on the floor as I made my way inside the bedroom.
"WHAT" he shouted and sprang up from the bed. My eyes widened when I saw him stand completely naked just one meter away from me. Wow - his stuff was impressive. He also just realised and quickly pulled on the duvet of the bed to cover himself. However, with that action, he uncovered the naked girl that was laying there - I recognised her from the video of him leaving the club in the early morning hours.
"Aaahhhh!!!" she shouted and quickly covered herself when she saw me. "Who are you?" she asked angrily, trying to find her clothes on the floor.
"I'm his assistant." I replied as she was getting dressed again.
"What the hell are you doing here? How did you get inside? You're breaking in! I'm calling the police!" Pedri shouted angrily.
"Shut up. I got the keys because it's a clause in my contract. I also have full access to all of your properties and possessions, as per point 8.7 if you want to read it up." I replied sternly.
"Well... bye Pedri. Call me whenever you want" the girl said with a flirty voice after having finished to put on her clothes from last night.
"Uh, uh, not so fast young lady" I said and stopped the girl from leaving by grabbing her wrist. She looked at me as I pulled out a piece of paper from my tote bag.
"Sign here please" I said as I laid it on the small desk at the wall and gave her a pen.
"What is this?" she asked confusedly and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"An NDA. Now sign." I snarled. She looked at me fearfully and quickly scribbled her signature on the dotty line at the bottom. "Thanks. You can go now." I said and shot her a fake smile. I didn't have to tell her twice and she quickly ran away.
"Are you crazy? Who do you think you are?" Pedri shouted at me, having put on some boxers in the meantime.
"Your PA who was hired to get your image back on track. You little fucker will listen to me now! You have everything you could possibly wish for, money, a job you love and a nice family from what I could see and read on the internet. So get your shit together after whatever bad thing happened to you and act like a normal person!" I shouted. He seemed taken aback by my words and just looked at me with a blank face. I was furious - I had a huge trauma in my life and had to get on with it and this guy was whining around that he hadn't won a trophy.
"Now, here is a stack of NDA papers like that girl just signed. Next time you want to hook up with a girl from a club, make her sign this as soon as you get here. And call or text me, I can organise a car that picks you up from a back entrance where you can slip away without causing a frenzy." I said and pulled out copies of NDA papers that I had prepared yesterday.
"What? No speech on how I just shouldn't hook up with girls? I have to call you when I want to fuck someone?" he scoffed and shook his head incredulously.
"I'm in no position to tell you that. You're a young, handsome, rich guy and you obviously have sexual needs. But you are a person of public interest, if you like it or not, and stuff like that can damage your image. Which can have a financial toll if brands end their sponsorships with you because you're also damaging their image with your actions. If it's just a sexual thing for you, I can arrange discreet women from... certain establishments for those purposes." I said calmly and his eyes almost popped out of his head.
"What? You would call me a prostitute?" he exclaimed.
"Yeah. If it's what you need. It's easier for you and for me. No hassle and they're much more discreet than some ordinary, boring girl that will forever brag about her night with Pedri." I replied and he put his head in his hands.
"Talking about this... with you... ugh... I'm staying abstinent for the next few weeks" he said with a disgusted look on his face.
"Great. Even better. Now hurry as you have to be at training in 25 minutes. And traffic is a bitch this morning. When you come back we will talk about your January schedule." I said.
"But I wanted to play FIFA with Eric and Ferran today!" he whined. He sounded just like Sofia whenever she didn't want to brush her teeth.
"And I wanted to be at a beach, sipping on a cocktail. Tough luck." I said and patted his naked shoulder before walking away.
