Taken By The Fall || Marco Reus

You can't be sereus

Chapter One-

Sandrá's POV:

"Whatever you do, stay professional and stay calm. Do not go squealing at him or anything provocative." Uncle Silva said to me strictly as we waited in the elevator, taking us up to the office of the Brossria Dortmund Stadium.

"Yes Uncle, I know. Don't worry, I've never even heard of him until you told me." I replied reassuringly, not at all nervous to meet him.

I still could not believe that I was going to manage someone's work and personal life! In a way, it sounded awesome and pretty damn fun, but that also meant a lot of responsibility (which I am also very good at). Not only was I becoming a manager, I was also managing the Dortmund football superstar, Marco Reus.

To be even more honest, I've never heard of him until Uncle Silva offered me the once-in-a-life-time job. I studied in Munich, and the only German footballer that I knew of was Bastian Schweinsteiger and that was only because he had come as a guest of honour in one of our sports lectures.

As someone from Argentina, our national team was the only football I was familiar with. However, I was never exposed to a lot of football when I was growing up. As I realized this, I'm thinking about how hard it will be to manage a footballer's life, when I hadn't a lot of information on the sport itself.

The elevator made a "ding" sound and we had reached the top floor. As the doors opened, the beating in my chest pounded hard. I had to reassure myself that everything was going to be fine and that all I needed to do was to stay professional.

The room that was opened up to us was classy and gigantic, making the rooms that I've been exposed to seem like a cupboard. The walls had banners of a yellow and black logo and wallpapers; I assumed it was the team's logo as it said BVB on it.

Landing my eyes on the people in the room, there was a man and a woman. The woman was tall, suited up, pretty much flawless and looked like someone who got what she wanted. I liked her already even though she had an intimidating look.

The good-looking man standing behind her was young, blonde and tall as well. He was wearing a BVB Jersey and matching shorts along with some flip flops. The guy's hair looked ridiculous though, it obviously had way to much gel in it to be acceptable.

I shuddered at the thought of grease. Ugh lord, did I mention that I was a clean freak?

"Sandrá, this is Marco Reus and his former-manager Elizabeth." Uncle Silva said politely with a nice smile on his face, but his eyes said "be cool, will you?".

I flashed him a polite smile back and nodded at both Marco and his manager.

So this was the famous Marco, huh? I feel a little bad for making fun of his hair now.

"Mr.Reus, this is my niece Sandrá Maritimo who will be your new temporary manager for a few months to a year at least." Uncle Silva explained to him.

Since my funds had gotten cut, I've been really grateful to Uncle, especially since without my financial aid, my education is over, which is the one thing I had come all the way from Argentina for.

Marco was cute, very tall and fit. But what kind of a manager would I be if I had started fraternising with my client?

I smiled politely at him and extended out my hand. "Gut Morgen, blanch dak ein." I said confidently as we shook hands. As someone who lived in Munich for more than two years, I was confident with my German as very few people had spoke English there.

Our eyes connected, and I've never liked greenish brown eyes before, but it really did look amazing on his. I wonder what that's about?

"Hallo." He replied back softly, his hand still having a grip on my hand. I had to pull mine away before it got too sweaty.