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ringing.
    Charlotte took the
form and went through the door. The room was laid out with several
chairs, around which were huge pictures of the current footballers.
The colour scheme was red and black to mirror the
team ’ s colours, and it all looked very
corporate. There were about ten people already in the room and
Charlotte quickly found a seat near the back so that she could
observe everyone else without being seen herself. This was her
usual routine which had served her well at lectures in the
past.
    She saw two girls
that she recognised as having been at her school when she had gone
to the local comprehensive. Oh no! she thought groaning inside.
Libby Bennett and Chloe Duncan! They hadn ’ t been very nice to her at school and had formed part of
the, “ cool gang ” something that she was most definitely not. They were
dressed in leggings and sleeveless tops with canvas shoes. Their
hair was in top knots and they looked like any other young girl out
for the day. They were busy taking selfies of themselves with the
life sized photos, pouting and posing with the images and no doubt
instantly uploading them to Instagram.
    Suddenly they noticed
her and nudged each other. They smirked taking in her business
attire and stifled giggles as they turned away. Charlotte was used
to this; she had never fitted in at school. Most of the girls used
to customise their uniform by rolling the skirts up and re-styling
their ties. Charlotte never did and so was singled out as different
and not one of the crowd. She was known as the weird one and had
struggled to make friends, probably due to the fact that she
didn ’ t smoke or talk about boys and make
up. I mean who wanted to be friends with an outcast. Whoever said
that your schooldays are the best years of your life was seriously
misguided, she thought with a shudder. She hoped that she
wouldn ’ t have to work with either of
them; it would be like being back at school.
    Just then the door
opened and everyone looked to see who had entered. The two
girl ’ s jaws dropped and Charlotte looked
around to see a good looking guy enter the room. He looked like a
film star and had a definite presence around him. He had dark hair
that was fairly long and trendy and the darkest brown eyes that she
had ever seen. He was dressed in smart black trousers with a white
shirt that was slightly undone, revealing the hint of a broad
tanned chest. He appeared oblivious to the effect that he was
having and made no eye contact with anyone, taking the seat next to
Charlotte at the back. He nodded in acknowledgement and then sat
looking at the form that he had been given. The two mean girls
nudged each other again and kept on throwing him interested looks
but he was taking no notice of them, much to
Charlotte ’ s satisfaction. Charlotte could
smell his aftershave which was a pleasant mix of spices and
fragrance. For some reason his presence beside her was unsettling
and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She noticed out of the
corner of her eye that his nails were well manicured. God she hoped
he wasn ’ t gay! She decided that she
needed a distraction from him and looked down at the
form.
    It was the usual background information and what job
she was interested in at the club. She started to fill it in and
when she next looked up the room had filled up considerably with
lots of nervous people, some were talking to the person next to
them, others looking blankly around them and others playing with
their phones.
    There were all types
and ages here she thought with interest. Charlotte loved nothing
more than people watching; so much so that she had to remind
herself not to stare at them otherwise it could land her in trouble
one day. A young girl sat down in the other seat next to Charlotte
and smiled nervously at her. “ Hi my name
is Chantelle, ” she said flashing
Charlotte a lovely smile. “ Are you here
for a bar job? I am my goal is to work in the players bar. My mum
says that I might get