Page 87 of Falling Offsides

“I think we need some thirst trap material, you know?” Will, the head of marketing announces. “Some candid locker room material.”

“That could be a nice change,” Carolina, his deputy, adds. “Something different from theComets in the Wildfeatures we did last season.”

“We could call it Behind Closed Doors.”

“Hillier and Morrow already share snippets from behind the scenes on their socials, so it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“What do you think, Courtney?” Will looks at me.

“Sure.”

“Sure?” His stare narrows with every tap of his pen on his notepad.

“Sure, it’s a great idea,” Cecilia cuts in, saving my ass. “I’ll talk to the locker room staff and make sure they let the players know so they’re aware.”

“Can we get some test shots later today? Would be good to have some visuals to get a feel for the feature.”

“I can do that once I’ve finished cleaning up the headshots for the website,” I say as they get up and leave the room already talking about the meeting they’re on their way to.

“Is everything okay?” Cecilia asks when I gather my things and follow them out of the meeting room.

“Just running through the best way of getting through today’s to-do list,” I tell her, tacking on a smile. “I have to get a handful of the players back for more shots.”

“I can help with that,” she beams at me, opening up her iPad, ready to take notes. “Gimme names and I’ll wrangle.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course! It’s my job as intern number four.”

I check my notes quickly, pausing at Auguste’s name. “So, I need another few shots from Weissman, Sylkes… Moore, Garcia, Brooks, and… Broussard.”

“Broussard?” Her smile cuts to a grin as she tucks her ebony hair behind her ear. “I don’t think it’ll be hard to get him back in front of your camera.”

“What?” I choke.

“He watches your every move when you’re in the room.”

“No.” No, this is bad. “He is super aware of the camera. It’s why I have to take fresh shots…”

“Okay.”

Okay?

Cecilia keeps walking down the corridor with a pep in her step as I continue beside her in silence.

“Fancy seeing the two of you here,” a voice calls from behind when we turn towards the gym and therapy area.

“Oh, hey, Jordan,” Cecilia croons, waving at him.

“Cece… you’re coming tonight, right?”

“Yeah, looking forward to letting my hair down.” She turns toward me. “Are you coming?”

“Of course, she is.”

“Did you get the email with the details for the karaoke bar?”

“Umm…” I shake my head. “Probably one that I haven’t gotten to yet.”

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