Open the door

You open the door and there’s Leesa, barefoot and dressed in a black sports bra and matching black tights, She’s breathing hard and a little sweaty after running to your office from a workout she had just finished.

“Hi Coach!” she says, smiling nervously, “uhh... thanks for seeing me.”

“Sure thing, Leesa. Come in,” you say, stepping back and allowing her to enter.

She hesitates for a moment, like a deer stepping into a lion’s den, and then steels herself and strides into your office.

“So, you want something more than just training today,” you say, looking her up and down.

“Yeah! Um... I mean... This can’t keep going on. I’m not getting booked for fights because I can’t last more than a minute, and they’re going to kick me out!” she blurts out.

“Are you sure? There’s no coming back from it once we do this. Maybe they’re not kicking you out, and you can just train harder,” you say, expressing concern, but you know what her answer will be.

She shakes her head and gives you a serious look, “no, I’m sure... Actually, I got a note from the League that said this is the only way that they’ll keep me on the roster.”

You nod solemnly and say, “alright then. It’s not the first time a jobber has received an ultimatum.” Inwardly, you grin to yourself. You were well aware of the note she had received. After all, you had sent it. You were half expecting her to quit, but you hadn’t been fully aware of her **** circumstances.

“Okay, let’s do this! Before I lose my nerve,” she says, anxiously shifting from one foot to the other.

“Wait, since this is a request from you, what do I get for my time?” you ask casually.

Leesa pauses and her brow furrows in thought for a moment before she responds, “umm... I haven’t got any money. That’s why I’m in this mess in the first place... What would you like?”