Assistant to the Director

"...Assistant to the Director. You experience across numerous sports will make you invaluable to all sports, and thus I will need you to be...flexible as you learn the ropes...of all the teams and their policies. Please see me personally for more instructions."

As she lists off the remaining assignments, you find yourself lost in thought as to the implications. What the heck was your job? Were a secretary? A gopher? Some sort of student assistant AD? Is that even still considered a manager position? You'd rather walk on to a team without a scholarship then be a secretary.

You hardly notice the others filter out as you sulk, nor do you notice Director Friedrich lock the doors as the last student leaves. You do notice her approach. It's hard not to notice her giantess form. You rise out of respect for her and say "Listen ma'am..." but she cuts you off.

"Let me guess, you don't want to be a secretary. But that's not what this position is. I am new to this country and I need someone who knows all of the sports and isn't a sexist pig set in their ways of favoring men's sports. I've yet to hire an assistant director but you will work with them as well once I do. If you please me and my assistants, then I'll ensure you get access to more wealth than any of the athletes when you graduate. Until then, I'll make sure you're well compensated in more ways than one. Conversely, I do not fail in life and I do not tolerate failure in my servants. Do so, and you will be disciplined, but only so you can learn to better serve me."

Wealth sounded good. But punished? Servant? Perhaps her English needed some work, surely she meant something like reprimanded, and employee. She said it all so confidently though you can't help but thing that she might have darker thoughts in mind than derogative paperwork.

"So what here's your first choice boy. Do you agree to my terms willingly, or do you wish to push your luck?"