(Cher assistant)
Dolo (Jonathan-Ismael Diaby) x plus sized! reader
Chapter 1
It's my first day back in a week, and I'm late; I whine as I step out of my car, grabbing my matching cherry-print purse and work tote. My black D’Orsay heels click on the walkway as I scurry into the building. Good morning Shoresy I chime as I see him walking a little ahead of me with his duffle thrown over his shoulder and his spitter halfway to his lip. Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Aren't you supposed to be on vacation? He questions as he grabs me up in a tight hug while grabbing my bags from me. I was on vacation, and I decided to come back early when Miigwan and Ziigwan told me we were possibly folding. So, what do you have up your sleeve Shoresy? Whatever you need, I'm on board, I confidently state as he places me back on my feet. Let me check the outstanding schedule and we can get to work I say as Shoresy walks beside me towards my office. Well, I was thinking about bringing in a couple of new recruits and getting us on track to win the championship. We'll never lose again Shoresy says as he opens my office door for me and I turn on the light. Okay, Shoresy have you and Sanguinet already looked into how you're going to sell these guys to Nat with Michael's "quitting" we should have the budget for about 7-8 recruits if you know who you're looking for, I say as I go around my office setting up my monitors and turning on my Nespresso machine to get started. Just place them on the fold-out couch please I tell him in between rambling as I pull out my physical planners and take out my business & personal phone. I watch amused as he plops down on the couch spreading out reaching into the mini fridge and grabbing out one of the flavored electrolyte waters, I keep in there specifically for him. Vacations are cool and all Shoresy but nothing beats a solid presentation I inform him as I turn on my projector and whip out a couple of binders placing them in his lap. Their stats for the last fifteen years, previous injuries, socials, and pretty much all of the important information Nat would want to know. I've set up some temporary living, and travel accommodations. I walked over and passed Shoresy a box of tissues as he sat up, I sat beside him as I filtered through my physical planner. I spoke with Sanger a couple of days ago and got everything set up they'll be here the day after tomorrow. I've rented a van from a friend of a friend I'll come along with you and Coach Sanger to pick them up I state as he grabs a couple of tissues and leans into my side hiding his face in my shoulder as he cries silently. Yeah, we have your back my guy Sanger says as he walks into the office trying to join in the moment with spread arms. Shut the fuck up Sanger, Shoresy stresses through his teeth with artificial malice in his voice. I cackle loudly as I hop up and walk toward Sanger walking into his spread arms. I've put together a couple of gift baskets for our new recruits taking their like and dislikes into consideration examples include a custom stash box for Mr. Diaby, gift cards and locations to all the most prominent chicken spots in Sudbury for Mr. good-leaf and a couple of bottles of gin for Mr. Hitchcock. I say professionally just as they receive the emails, I sent out containing their schedules for the day. I spoke with Nat and I’m on loan to you both to take some stress off your shoulder I say as I grab my purse and my keys. Respectfully, I’m ready to never fucking lose again. I say confidently as I look between them and change my heels to my fur boots, I keep by the door.
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