"man am i the greatest."
aimee hughes leaves la following a breakup, and moves to london in the hopes of reconnecting with her older brother and taking time to finally breathe but falls for afc richmond's team captain while she's at it.
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keeley had called aimee for a ride to the football club and a girl chat. apparently, within a day of keeley dumping jamie, he had already slept with someone else.
so, aimee was there, listening to her every word and making the occasional comment about jamie being a prick.
"you'll stay for the promo shoot, right?" keeley asked.
aimee smiled, "you sure you want me there?"
"of course, it'll be fun and maybe you can give jamie some pointers," she told.
"i don't think jamie will listen to me."
keeley shrugged, "you are more famous than him so he might."
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jamie was definitely not the smartest person aimee had ever met and not from a lack of trying but more from him being so consumed with himself. it was like he couldn't see how dumb he looked.
she was watching the shoot with a permanent look of disgust on her face.
rebecca had joined them, a similar expression on her face, "no judgment but are you back with that twat?"
keeley watched jamie drink the beer, "no, we're done." she turned to rebecca. "god, i love that you care though. i'd kiss you on the mouth if i could reach those lips." aimee snorted. "no, i put this whole thing together. i get ten per cent. aimee's here to give him pointers."
they winced as jamie made a joke about a 'brew-nicorn', placing the beer on his forehead and neighing.
"oh no," keeley muttered.
the three left the room because it was too painful to watch jamie be so unaware of himself.
rebecca turned to face them, "keeley, aimee, if any of the other players needed some branding work done is that something you'd be interested in?"
aimee frowned, not sure why rebecca was offering her a job when she'd done nothing to prove she could do such a thing.
"i don't want you to offer me a job just 'cause i was nice to you in the loo the other night," keeley informed.
"why not? men give each other jobs in toilets all the time."
keeley laughed, "yeah they do."
aimee chuckled.
rebecca closed her eyes, amusement evident on her face, "i meant employment like job jobs."
"so not hand or blow or foot."
"foot?"
keeley pointed at her, "oh, you're right." she cupped her hands, making a back and forth motion with them. "technically it would be feet. right?"
"just give it a thought both of you."
aimee frowned, "why are you asking me? i've never worked in pr."
