Just Friends - Neymar Jr

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A few days later:

"Amelia we're going to need you at the head office in around twenty minutes to discuss your reemployment so just wait here and I'll come get you once Elena is done with her meeting," Valentina, my agent, explained to me, smiling before scurrying off doing god knows what.

I needed to get out of Neymar's house badly. I was still beyond hurt by what he had done to me, even though I disguised my feelings well. I would wake up and put on a front every morning, pretending like I didn't spend all night scrolling through Bruna's instagram and wondering what she had that I didn't. Lol.

Anyways, Valentina was my agent when I first started modelling. She was a lovely girl, quiet but sweet. It makes me laugh though, I think there's a big difference between quiet and shy. Most people assume she's the latter and try swindle their way into making me sign stupid contracts but she's able to shut them down almost straight away. She was quiet but when something needed to be said, you can trust that she was the one to say it.

I was trying to see if it would be possible for me to do modelling again but the chances were slim, considering I quit and badmouthed the industry on national television, but maybe they would forget about it?

I walked around the familiar building, saying hi to a few of my old co-workers but was soon met with the short girl, ushering me to the CEO's office with her curly hair bouncing with every enthusiastic nod she gave me.

"Valentina, Amelia," Elena leant over the desk, shaking our hands before we sat down in the two arm chairs in front of her.
"Hey, it's nice to see you again," I lied. The woman was the definition of a bitch.
"Likewise. Although I have to say, it did catch me by surprise," her voice was monotone and boring, causing me to have to focus harder so as not to zone out.

I laughed awkwardly and Valentina intervened, "She needed to work on herself before carrying on with her career, it was merely a break!"
"Mhm. Mhm. I see. As much as it pains me to say this, we do need you back on the scene Amelia," I grinned, despite the slight dig at me, "However, this time it comes with extra conditions."
My eyes darted to my agent, who looked at me just as confused.

Elena placed two pieces of paper on the desk. Valentina picked them up straight away, her eyes scanning the text as she fumbled with the sheet before moving onto the next page.
I sat there, staring at her quizzically.

"It's basically an agreement that you will only speak positive words of your career and no bias can be shown when talking to the media. You need to stay impartial," she explained to me.
I pulled a face, making Elena speak up again, "This is only necessary seeing as you decided to tell half the world we gave you an eating disorder."
I rolled my eyes, "Well you did, it's just the tru-"

Valentina interrupted, saving me from my own mouth as she used to do, "It's fine. She agrees, I agree. When can she start?"
She passed me the papers and I rolled my eyes before signing. A slave for the next two years, yay.

"Wednesday. You've got three days to work off your pouch," she said, gripping the bottom of her own stomach, causing me to roll my eyes a second time.
"Yeah, yeah. Thanks for your time. See you," I said, getting up from my seat and leaving the room.
I headed for the main exit but soon felt the presence of somebody next to me.
"I'm glad your back!" Valentina gushed and I laughed, giving her a hug before leaving.

I sat in my car in the multi-storey car park for a few minutes, checking my phone. I hadn't really been answering anybody since this whole drama started.

The Brasil group chat had been quite active but it was just Dani bullying Fred and David, nothing important. The girls were talking about going out for coffee and a catch-up on our own group chat but again, nothing that important that I'd need to reply to. I saw a notification from Rafaella and my stomach did a flip flop as I hesitantly opened it.