It is so amazing working for the Devils. Everything about sports marketing is a novelty to me – from offering exclusive content to fans or being part of the a round-the-clock press, which is exhausting but exhilarating because the fans never let up on non-game days. Over the past few weeks, I’ve been so busy trying to keep up with the team’s social media, that I’ve had minimal involvement with actually dealing with the players. Which has been a good, because I’ve been able to keep a safe distance from Cash.
I arrive at work five minutes earlier than usual and walk along the corridor, past the windows overlooking the arena, through the double doors, and into the reception area where the secretary sits. We say a quick hello before I head to the right and down the hallway leading to my office. I peek into Teo’s office and give him a wave to let him know I’ve arrived. His phone is glued to his ear and he is diligently taking notes while he talks.
“Ok.” Teo seems to be wrapping up the conversation and waves me off, “Yes, I recognize the value of this endorsement. I’ll make sure he gets there.” He pauses and clears his throat, “If that’s what it takes, I’ll send her.”
While Teo says his goodbye to the person on the end of the line, I peer down the hallway, inhaling the scent of freshly brewed coffee. I walk into the communal kitchen and pour myself a cup, before heading into my office. My jacket isn’t even off my body, when Teo pops his head through my door with a furrowed brow.
“Don’t even bother taking your jacket off.” He exasperates, pulling his cell from his pocket. “I need you in a cab pronto. Plans have changed for today. You’re picking up, Brooks’ and bringing him to the photo shoot.”
“What? Why?” I ask taken aback, but recover smoothly, “I mean why do I have to pick up Brooks? I thought there was a limo arranged to bring him downtown.”
Teo looks me up and down, frowning. “Yeah, the limo is waiting outside his building. That was the General Manager on the phone. Cash is refusing to attend his photo shoot…unless you attend with him.”
I stare at him in astonishment. Cash is refusing to attend his Bauer endorsement and full page spread in Men’s Health Magazine unless I go with him? He has some nerve. I wish there were a possible way to get out of this without quitting.
“Quinn, I’m not really giving you an option here. I don’t have time to deal with Brooks’ shit today. I have the General Manager on my ass right now worried this endorsement is going to fall through if he doesn’t get there in the next hour. This endorsement is huge for the Devils.”
“But-“ I begin, before Teo cuts me off firmly:
“Quinn. You’re going.”
I really expected Cash would stop this insanity when he realized I was going out of my way to avoid him. I need a different angle.
A thirty-minute cab ride later and I’ve got enough sweat under my armpits to fill a child’s size pool. When the cab comes to a stop, I am expecting to be impressed by his building – but I’m more than...