Someone Like You | Toni Kroos

Chapter 2 - Home Sweet Home

Gabi's POV

"Am I being selfish?" I asked Louise. "Or is he being selfish? Or am I being more selfish than him?"

"Seriously, Gabi?" she rolled her eyes at me from her spot on the couch. "You're still on that topic? That is so last year. LITERALLY. SO LAST YEAR."

"Well, the problem hasn't been solved!" I sighed.

"Speaking of problems," she changed the subject. "George wants to see you tomorrow."

George was the head of our human resources department. "Why?" I asked. "Am I in trouble?"

"I don't know," she shrugged, a cheeky smirk on her face. "Wait and see."

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I knocked on George's door timidly. "Come in," I heard him shout, so I opened the door and walked in slowly.

I was totally unsure of what I was in for, so I was rather surprised when I saw him beaming at me proudly. He took out an envelope from his drawer and handed it to me. "Congratulations, Gabriele!"

Puzzled, I took the letter from him and read it.

Miss Gabriele Meiser,
Congratulations! We are pleased to inform you that we are offering you a promotion to Head Editor (Bundesliga department).

This position will require you to move to our office in Munich. Attached is a list of your roles and duties, which differ from that of your current position. We understand that you have been writing for the English Premier League department, so you might need time to adjust to your new responsibilities. Hence, we hope that you will think about it thoroughly and give us a reply in a maximum of five working days.

We believe in your capabilities and your ability to adapt to your new work environment, and that is why we are offering you this position. We hope to hear from you soon. Congratulations again!

Regards,
George Abbott
Chief Human Resources Officer
representing
Human Resources Department, SMW Media & Publishing

I looked up only to find George looking at me expectantly, a slight smile still on his face. I gaped at him, and he laughed. "You deserve it!" he said.

"I...thank you," I stuttered. "Thank you so much."

"Think about it carefully," he advised. "If there's anything you want to talk about, you can always come to me."

"I'm taking it," I said immediately. "I'm accepting your offer."

It was his turn to gape at me. "Are you sure? Do you need time to think about it?"

"No," I shook my head. "I'm from Munich. I grew up watching the Bundesliga. It will take me literally no time at all to get used to it."

He laughed. "I knew we picked the right person."

"When should I start work?"

"By next Monday," he said. "But I think they'd appreciate it if you got over as soon as possible."

I shook his hand and thanked him again before half-jogging out of his office excitedly, clutching his letter for dear life. I skipped all the way to my desk, all red-faced and panting. Louise was waiting for me there, expectant and wide-eyed.

"You knew about this?" I screeched as soon as I saw her.

She burst out laughing. "Yeah, what do you think!"

"And you didn't tell me!" I squeaked, punching her on the shoulder. "How could you!"

"Did you accept it already?"