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noticed by a footballer and then I can start
living the high life. Sorry I must stop rattling on but I tend to
talk too much when I ‘ m nervous. ” Charlotte smiled back at her taking in her
heavily made up face and local accent. She was a pretty girl who
didn ’ t need the heavy make up. She had a
cute blonde bob and was smartly dressed in a purple skirt and
jacket.
    The guy next to
Charlotte looked at Chantelle in disgust which really wound
Charlotte up. What right did he have to judge this girl? Just
because meeting and marrying a footballer was her ambition what
business was it of his? Charlotte didn ’ t
like it when people were unkind to others, especially when they
didn ’ t even know them.
Let ’ s see what you ’ re interested in then shall we, Mr I am better than you!
Thought Charlotte. Turning towards him she said abruptly. “ And what job are you hoping to apply
for? ” giving him a cool hard stare. He
replied with a heavy foreign accent that Charlotte
couldn ’ t place. “ I am hoping to do anything that will start me on the ladder
to success, ” he said strangely, fixing
her with his dark eyes in a strangely hypnotic glare, and then
turned away as if to say that he didn ’ t
want to elaborate any further. Chantelle looked bemused and
Charlotte puzzled. What an odd thing to say, she thought. Maybe he
had been talking to her mother about starting at the bottom and
working his way up!
    Before they could
speak any further a man in a smart business suit entered the room
and scanned it anxiously as though looking for something. His eyes
settled on the three of them at the back and he looked carefully at
them. Charlotte felt unnerved as his gaze appeared to pierce
through her and she didn ’ t know where to
look. He made his way quickly over to them and asked for their
forms. Once again he looked hard at Charlotte which made her feel
very self conscious, and then went as quickly as he had come,
taking her form with him. Charlotte suddenly felt very hot and
bothered. Oh no she thought, the wife must have seen her and
demanded that she be thrown out!
    “That was
strange, ” said Chantelle, looking at
Charlotte suspiciously. The guy next to her also looked at her
questioningly and Charlotte felt herself go red. “ I don ’ t know what
that was about, ” she said, “ I feel a little bit nervous though. ” The guy turned and said, “ don ’ t worry I ’ m sure it was nothing, by the way my name is Max, I am
pleased to meet you. ” “ Charlotte, ” she said “ I ’ m pleased to meet you
too. ” They shook hands and smiled, and as
he looked at her she felt a shiver run through her. His gaze was
intense and his eyes dark and compelling. She was mesmerised and
couldn ’ t look away. He smiled and then
held out his hand to Chantelle, who appeared also similarly
affected. He had a definite effect on people Charlotte thought.
Once again the door opened and a lady came in and addressed the
room. “ If I call out your name you must
come with me, ” she said loudly looking
down at her clipboard. “ Charlotte
Dawson. ” Charlotte looked up, gosh that
was quick; she thought she would be behind the others in front of
her in the queue. This must be when she would get her marching
orders.
    Chantelle looked at
her excitedly. “ Good luck, I hope we both
get the player ’ s bar. ” Max also looked at her with an amused look on his
face. “ Yes good Luck, I hope we meet
again. ” Charlotte blushed as he looked
steadily at her. He really was drop dead gorgeous; he
wouldn ’ t be out of place in her Hollywood
dream in place of Johnny Depp. “ Yes you
too, ” she said to them both and nervously
followed the lady out of the room “ Come
this way, ” the lady said. “ My name is Elsie Baker and I am the personal
assistant to Mr Maloney, if you would like to take a seat in this
room someone will be with you shortly, ” and with that she opened the door of a large room with a
massive table in the