ID - Injured

It’s been three days since that terrible incident in the woods. You are injured and cannot play; you’ve been removed from your team, but you have not returned to Sweden because your manager is in negotiations with FUTA about how to handle your contract.

It’s… terrible, and you have been in suspense about what will happen. You love soccer, and while you don’t love everything about FUTA, you feel like being involved in something so adventurous will help you grow as a person. You don’t want to lose it.

But you may have ****. If you can’t play, why would they let you stay?

It’s a hot, sunny day. You’re at the camp, but not near the fields. You can hear music and whistles, so there must be some exciting FUTA stuff going on… but you are in the parking lot, in front of the admin building where Annette’s office is. Annette is the boss of FUTA, and you have a meeting with her this morning to discuss your future.

You are bad at crutches, but you make your way inside. Annette’s secretary has you wait in a chair for a while before she finally says that you can go in. She helpfully gets the door for you so you can hobble through. This is so embarrassing…

Annette is an American blonde about your mother’s age. She’s pretty, but she doesn’t dress flatteringly. She wears jeans and a simple top with, of all things… a lab coat. Her office is nice, at least.

But she’s not alone here.

Perched on the edge of Annette’s desk is another woman who looks older than you, but younger than Annette. She sits elegantly with her legs crossed. She has perfect skin and short, black hair. She wears a short, but lovely red dress and is staggeringly pretty. Her dress hugs her curves in ways that make you and your new anatomy very tingly.

Blushing, you greet them in your terrible English.

“Hi, Ingrid. Welcome,” Annette says warmly, hurrying around the desk to help you into a chair. The woman in the red dress doesn’t move. Once you’re seated, Annette joins the other woman in sitting on the desk informally. “So, I think you already know what’s going on. Your injury does give us a problem in terms of your contract. You’re covered for injuries relating to the game, but injuries on your own time…” Annette gives you a sympathetic look. “Your contract is violated.”

“I understand,” you reply, feeling heavy with regret.

“But,” Annette goes on. “We know that… maybe this wasn’t all your fault, and we’d hate to lose you. Would you like to stay a part of FUTA?”

“Yes!” you say immediately. There is no question. You do. But you hesitate. “I do not want to go back to that forest,” you add.

“Right. Right,” Annette says quickly. “We’ve taken care of that. I promise.”

You breathe a sigh of relief.

“So, there is a way,” Annette tells you. “We’re told that you’ll be able to play again in about a month. That means that you can still potentially get in on the last two or three games of the season. You’d be assigned to a new team, probably as a sub, but you’d be back in, and you could position yourself to start in the next season if all goes well. Make sense?”

You nod.

“So for that month, while you recover, how would you feel about working as an assistant for our marketing office?” Annette asks. She gestures at the other woman. “This is Ada. She would be your boss.”

“OK,” you agree.

Annette laughs. “Don’t you want to know what the job is like?”

“I will do it,” you say confidently.

~ Route End ~
Unless… Patrons vote for hung Ingrid to return in… THE DEVIL WEARS FUTA