Victoria Jade Greenwood, a girl born in Madrid who dreamed of working in football since she was a kid, finally gets the big opportunity to settle as an sports director. However, she has to deal with public criticism for being a girl in football. In...
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While Rachel and I were talking about the club's social media, I noticed my phone buzzing a few times, but I ignored it.
The two of us talked for some more time, until she had to leave to photograph the players' training session.
I didn't go with her today, I didn't feel like going. In addition, I had some offers from other clubs to reject, or maybe negotiate, which I doubt, if I'm honest.
When I was alone at the table again, was when I decided to check my phone, hoping it had been Niall texting me, as the phone that was buzzing was my personal one. That means it's not a random message from another club.
"Vic" "I'm sorry. Let's talk about it, please."
The moment I read that message from him, I closed my laptop and went back to our office without hesitation.
When I opened the door, and closed it after entering the office, I saw relief in Niall's face.
"You came." He gave me a soft smile.
"You asked me to." I smiled back. "But wait, before we start this conversation, Mason is registered." I let him know, knowing the conversation we had pending was going to be pretty long.
"Oh, thank you. I didn't know if you were doing it. I was thinking about asking, but I decided you wouldn't like that after the disagreement we had just had." He explained.
I chuckled at his explanation. He is right. I wouldn't have liked it if he just asked me about something else through the phone after I left the office the way I did.
I also like that he called it a disagreement and not an argument.
"Niall, I'm sorry. For leaving the conversation like that. I shouldn't have." I apologized to him.
"No, don't even try to apologize. I'm the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have talked to you like that." He apologized back to me.
I moved my chair next to his, and sat in front of him, less than a meter between us. "I'm sorry if I took all of this too seriously. You know how much the public and the press' hate wave affected me. I'm scared of it happening again, but that's not your fault, it shouldn't change how we are, our attitude with each other. I shouldn't make you feel like that comes before us, because it doesn't." I sighed.
"Hey, Vic, it's not your fault." He held my face with one of his hands for some seconds, him looking straight into my eyes. Then, he placed that hand on my shoulder, gently. "I'm sorry if I made you believe it was. I was complaining about the world, not you. Never you. I'm actually so lucky to have you giving me advice on how to act publicly. No one has ever done that for me since I retired."
"I'm scared that public criticism will separate us. I love what we have now." I admitted. "Whatever it is." I let out a small chuckle.
"I love it too. And that's why I know that's not going to happen. Nothing will separate us." He reassured me.
