She comes back after a month

It was a Friday afternoon and you were already a little tired after a busy week, but you braced yourself for another client when your receptionist announced it over the phone.

You sit behind your desk and you become more than a little surprised when the one that walks into your office is none other than Caroline Wozniacki, the Danish tennis player that stormed out of your office in a fit of anger a month ago.

“Ms. Wozniacki! Please have a seat,” You grin, briefly scanning her body and noticing that she was wearing the same outfit as last time. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Caroline seems a bit embarrassed to be in your office after what happened on the last meeting. “Well, I went to other agencies for the last month and all of them have the same stance as my current management team.” She explains.

You stare into her blue eyes for a couple of seconds before getting on your feet and walking around the table, stopping almost in front of her.

“Let me guess, they want you to fully focus on your game despite your giant potential as a model or even as an actress, am I right?” You ask with a half smile.

“Yes, I’ve done a few modeling jobs before, but now that my game is finally improving again,” She pauses. “I’ve been getting a lot of offers for photo shoots, TV commercials and all that.”

You nod at her. “That’s great, you certainly have what it takes to succeed both at tennis and at modeling,” You drawl, preparing yourself to say the biggest load of bullshit that you’ve ever said in your office. “However, before I welcome you into our ranks, I have to assess how much you’re committed to follow whatever career orientation I give you.”

“That’s what I was afraid of.” She says, letting out a nervous chuckle.

You smirk at her discomfort, and then you look her up and down, admiring her curvaceous legs, her moderated sized bust and finally stopping at her pretty face. Her long blonde hair was wavy and her sparkling blue eyes were staring nervously at you.

“Say Caro, may I call you Caro?” You ask, referring to her nickname in the tennis circuit. She nods. “Do you happen to have one of your tennis racquets with you?”

She looks at you strangely for a moment but then nods. “Yeah, I have a few in my car,” She answers. “I came here straight from practice.”

“Excellent,” You say. “Have someone bring one up here, please.”

Caroline regards you for a while and then calls her driver on her phone. After a few minutes of awkward silence, your receptionist knocks on the door and hands over the racquet to you. You thank her and walk over to Caroline, who’s looking at you in a mix of uneasiness and curiosity.

You hold the handle of the racquet before her face with a wicked grin. “Ok, Caro, here’s what you’re going to do.”