The office of Ella, the fearless leader of the renowned football club "Lions," was a symphony of opulence. Mahogany paneling adorned the walls, a grand desk commanded the room, and a stunning view of the city skyline served as the backdrop. Ella, at 41, was a commanding presence. Her long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders as she sat, dressed in a stylish jacket and a miniskirt with stockings. Her black eyes scanned the club's financial reports with a critical gaze.
A knock on the door broke her concentration. "Come in," she called out, her voice deep and authoritative.
Anton, a 19-year-old Adonis, entered the room. His blond hair was short, his blue eyes bright, and his athletic frame was accentuated by a tight T-shirt and sweat shorts. He filled the doorway with his broad shoulders and optimistic aura.
Ella looked up, her eyes narrowing. "What is it, Anton?" she asked, her voice laced with annoyance.
Anton's smile never wavered. "I just wanted to thank you for giving me a chance to play for the Lions," he said, his voice sincere.
Ella rolled her eyes, her playful insult slipping out. "Oh, please. You're only here because of your talent and that ridiculous story about how you got into a professional football team from an orphanage."
Anton chuckled, not taking offense. "Yeah, I guess that's true. But I'm still grateful."
Ella's eyes softened for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. "Well, don't get too comfortable. I still don't like you."
Anton's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "I'll try not to take it personally," he said, his voice laced with humor.
Ella's gaze returned to the financial reports, her mind already moving on to her next task. "Just make sure you're worth the hassle," she said, her voice cold and detached.
Anton nodded, taking the dismissal in stride. "I'll do my best," he said, before turning to leave.
As he reached the door, Ella's voice stopped him. "Oh, and Anton?"
He turned back, his blue eyes meeting Ella's dark ones. "Yes?"
Ella's lips curled into a sly smile. "Don't forget to wear a condom."
Anton's face turned bright red, his optimism momentarily shattered. "I-I won't," he stammered, before quickly leaving the room.
Ella's gaze returned to the financial reports, a smirk playing on her lips. She was strong, controlling, and direct. And she wouldn't have it any other way.
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