If Only Tonight

Into The Storm

Into The Storm

Chapter One: Starting On The Wrong Foot

The early light of the morning had set everything a glow, as she drove to the outskirts ofLondon. Excitement was in the air.

“I start my new job today! Yay!” She said cheerfully. Mellenia Brooklyn couldn't help feeling so excited, she had landed her dream job. She was going to start working as one of London F.C.'s sports injury specialists. She couldn't believe her luck.

As one of the more prominent teams, Mia had been surprised that the manager had even bothered to leave a message for her to come in for an interview. The interview, Mia thought, that itself had been another memorable moment.

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Walking in to the main building, Mia headed for the secretary's desk. “Hello! I'm Mia...I have an interview at9:30.” She told the woman sitting behind the desk.

The elderly lady looked at her, and then at a sheet. “Sorry, you're not on the list dear.” She told her.

“I got a call telling me to come here. There must be some mistake. Can you please check again? My name is Mellenia Brooklyn.” Mia insisted.

Again, the lady looked at the sheet before turning to her. “Sorry, there is no Mellenia Brooklyn listed for any interview.”

Something clicked in Mia's mind.

“Can you check for MBrooklyn...that's what I put on my resume...” She told the woman, sheepishly.

The secretary sighed as she looked over the sheet, but nodded. “Yes, you do have an appointment.” She told Mia. “Wait right here. I'm going to let Felix know that you're here.” She left Mia standing at the desk.

Mia looked around. The walls were covered with photos of the team and some of their best moments.

“Mr. Pettyfer will see you now.” Came the voice of the secretary.

Mia tried to shake off her nerves as she headed to the door where the woman stood. “Thanks.” Mia told her, walking past her in to the room.

An older man sat behind a desk, it looked as though he was finishing up writing something as Mia entered.

“Hello, mister Brook...lyn-” He started, the words coming to a halt as he saw the girl standing in front of him. “You're not a mister...” He said, shaking his head.

“No...” Mia said, trying to hold back her laughter.

“I'm so sorry...I thought M Brooklyn was for, well you know.” He said shaking his head.

“Well Miss Brooklyn, I'm Felix Pettyfer. The manager of London FC. Please have a seat.” He said, holding out a hand. Mia shook his hand before taking the seat in front of his desk.

“I'm very sorry about the mix up. Mellenia, is it?” Felix apologised. “It's okay. You can call me Mia.” She told him. She found it rather funny.

Felix opened file full of papers, it was her portfolio, rifling through them, Mia saw him stop at one. He read it before turning to look at her.

“Well then, Mia. One of my former colleagues had a lot to say about you. He was the one who called and said that if I didn't give you a shot, I'd regret it.” Felix chuckled, as he returned to scanning the papers in front of him. “You may know him. Dr. Mark Phillips.”