10 Things I Hate About You

Chapter 2

The movement to find Claire Dearing a match to hopefully keep her distracted for at least the soccer season was now in full motion at Jurassic World.

This was something that mostly only local employees had going on. Those she worked closed with, like the people at the control center and high level corporates were unaware of this little project and they would unlikely be asked to get involved.

Before the employees took the liberty to start looking for their perfect match, the ten minds behind this operation had opened a little funds pot. They knew this was an investment, a very expensive one at that, and so they had gone around asking their co-workers to chip in if they wanted to take advantage of the possible outcome.

Takers, security, cooking, and cleaning staff, attraction operators, and even some vendor staff were very much interested on making this work. The Champions League had just kicked in and they all were desperate to be able to watch their games in peace. If paying some guy to keep the boss away meant they would get to watch some games, then they all were willing to do so.

Judging by the large amount of employees who had quickly joined, you could tell what the popular opinion on the woman in charge was. It would be unfair to say she was hated, but she was certainly feared. It didn't take much effort to gather a hundred and fifty dollars in just a few days; which they hoped would be enough to cover a least five dates, preferably to take place during soccer games.

They didn't intend for this to look like they were casting the male star for some telenovela, but that's exactly what it looked like they were doing. The cleaning staff had arranged for their janitor room to be used as the little gathering spot where the first stage of their plan would take place; casting their guy.

El Cuartel General; which was the name they had for the janitor's room turned headquarters, was now opened for interviews. They knew they had to be very meticulous about their final pick, they not only needed a man who would agree to do this and have the personality to put up with her, but most importantly find someone who she would find attractive and hopefully charming enough to agree go out with.

The masterminds behind the whole thing had put together a little panel, they were very organized and serious about this. That's how passionate people were about soccer in Latin America, specially when it came to Real Madrid, most of the locals' favorite team; their own national goalkeeper Keylor Navas played for the famous Spanish team.

The panel featured five of them, three women and two men. They were in charge of interviewing each candidate and study each of them before deciding who would be the best match, and if they were lucky the perfect match.

So far, they had a list of losers whom the redhead would probably never even notice they existed if it weren't for her being their boss. Claire was an attractive woman there was no denying, so naturally some of the employees volunteered try woo her and keep her distracted. But the panel couldn't see her falling for any of those guys; at first glance it was obvious she was way out of their league.

One of them was one of those guys who liked using their curly hair long. He was always blasting spanish heavy metal on his headphones and wearing shirts featuring skulls under his uniform. It was evident he had to go through the trouble of taking a few piercings off before clocking in. He not only didn't look like the redhead's type; but he had already tried and failed at it.

Another interested guy who for some reason thought he might have a shot, was Julian, who everybody called 'Lonjas'. He was a little overweight, but that wasn't really the main reason why they knew he was going to fail the mission. His co-workers were always making fun of him because it didn't matter the time of the day, every time he came face to face with the operations manager he would stutter and all she would notice was the usual food stain on his uniform. Sometimes it was jam from a donut, other times would be ketchup or mustard. It would take him five minutes to try tell her how he thought she was the most beautiful woman on earth and all she would notice was his lack of hygiene and would ask him to change his shirt.