Page 6 of Passing the Red Line
For a minute, I was so pissed thinking that he probably made his team fire someone to get me this job. Then I read the email.
It was an email straight from the assistant to Dark Knights’ marketing and communications director. An email that mentioned how they had seen my work for other sports teams and loved it and would like for me to come interview for the photographer position that is opening up at the start of the next season.
They praised my work and didn’t mention my dad or my connection to the team once.
I read through the email a total of five times to make sure that I was reading it correctly. After the sixth time, it finally clicked and the second it did, I got excited.
They wanted me for my work, not for my connections. It could be that my dad might have mentioned my name or told the team that he had a daughter that was a photographer. But the way the email was written told me otherwise.
So instead of ignoring the email, I replied and accepted the invitation to interview.
If I get the job offer and accept it, I will be seeing my dad a lot more often than I do now and work in a sport I vowed to hate for the rest of my job. I think I would be able to handle it.
But first things first.
I have to get out of the car, walk into the arena and actually go through the interview.
The driver pulled up to the Dark Knight’s arena a whole minute ago and have yet to reach for the door handle and pushed myself out the car.
From the window, the arena taunts me.
Especially with the big ass banner hanging down the side with my dad’s face on it.
Who puts the face of their head coach on a banner?
Shouldn’t that spot be reserved for the players that are going to fill the seats?
If it were up to me, I would put the Knights’ top enforcer, Christian Rodriguez, there.
He’s killing it this season and he’s definitely a better seller than my dad. In my own honest opinion.
If I get this job, the first thing I’m going to do is schedule a photoshoot and get it down.
I don’t know why seeing his face bothers me so much, but it does.
I really need to work on my daddy issues.
“Are you okay?” the driver’s voice takes my attention away from my plan to take my dad’s banner down.
I almost forgot I wasn’t in the car alone.
“Yeah, all good. Thanks so much for the ride,” I say to him and throw him a smile before finally pushing the door open.
The March wind still has a bit of a bite to it, but it's a welcoming bite that serves as a distraction as I make my way over to the main door to the building.
In the years since my dad became the head coach for the team, I’ve only been here a handful of times. One or two times for a basketball game for the team the Knights share the place with and the other times when I tried to appease my dad and I told myself I was going to be a better daughter.
Never have I been here in a professional capacity, so I have no sense of direction, but thankfully a security guard is there to guide me.
“You look familiar,” the older gentleman tells me as he leads me to the elevators to head up to the fourth floor where the Dark Knight offices apparently are.
I turn to look at the security guard, who introduced himself to me as Gus and narrow my eyes at him playfully.
“Did we go out and I didn’t call you back?” I ask, trying really hard to not let my smile slip.
Gus’s cheeks get a little red and when he realizes that I’m joking he lets out a chuckle.
“Darling, if we were to go out to dinner, I would be your first call the next day,” he throws me a wink and I can’t help but finally let my smile escape. “A young girl like you will have the best night of her life with someone my age.”
