Chapter One
OLIVIA
“Oh, no. No, no, no.”
Thathasto be wrong. My manager told me the filing deadline to get the Welsh player was next week. As in, five days from now. I was getting it done early so we wouldn’t have any issue.
Now the portal isn’t loading. Refreshing the screen, I’m now greeted with another message.
Trade deadline has passed.
I’m going to be sick. I still have time according to my manager, but no. No matter where I click on the screen, the same message appears.
Trade deadline has passed.
How in the world am I going to explain this tomorrow?
It’s after six, meaning I’m one of the last few people in the office. Popping up from my desk chair, I stick my head out the door. All the lights are dim.
I take that back. I’m the only person that is still here.
Meaning my mess-up can’t be dealt with tonight.
I’ve come to realize this is one of the many nuisances of working for the Elite Ice Hockey League in London.
Having just graduated from university with a business degree, this was one of the first job offers I received. Even though I knew next to nothing about ice hockey, I accepted the position.
I work hard and am one of the few people that always stays late to finish my work. Maybe if I’d left early like everyone else, I wouldn’t even know about this issue and could deal with this tomorrow.
“What am I going to do?” I groan, dropping down into my desk chair. “Think, Olivia, think.”
If I email my manager, maybe they can make a quick call to get this whole mess sorted. Or, it could mean that I get fired that much sooner.
Great. There’s another thought that flits through my head. There is no way I botch this up and keep my job.
I shove my hands through the soft curls of my light brown hair, but am met with resistance from the tight bun it’s in. A headache gathers between my eyes.
How could I have missed something so simple? I click back over to my email to see where the deadline email sits with a bright red flag.
Five days from now.
How in the world is it already closed then?
Bile rises in my throat. I can’t lose this job. It’s not like I’d have anywhere to go if I lost it. My phone buzzes from its cradle next to my keyboard.
Imogen
Livvy, you must come drink with us this evening
Sienna
Meaning, please come keep us in line
Sienna
Imogen has already had one too many cocktails and is looking like she wants to take the bartender home
Imogen
