I run my hands through my hair sighing, this meetings not going to go well, as I look down at the white coffee table urgh everything here is white and clean I mean we are footballers why white, table there is a magazine blaring DAVID BEKHAMS NEW WIFE- LUCKY WOMEN ELLIE GOLDING, god he makes it seem so easy its his fifth wife . I need to get a wife- wait I need to get a story, no I need to get a front page story, to be fair that's all they really care about in the football world the amount of wife's you've had and the amount of news coverage you are having and its not looking good for me, the only time I had a news story is when I got tackled on the pitch and puked... oh god im a fail haha who would want to marry me...

"JOHN SMITH" the loud speaker blares I jump up trying to look vaguely professional and I knock over my cup of cold coffee... great. I take the lift up to the 50th floor he's such a show off. I knock on the door labelled PETER SAXON ( THE MASTER ). "Come in" the cold voice answers, I open the door and take a seat in on one of the many white leather office chairs.

The master greets me with his cold hands and slicked back brown hair all I take in is the many snow globes scattered on his desk, umm why?

"so as we both know your performance is excelling and I am prepared to give you a promotion" I raise my eyes the master, giving you praise? let alone a promotion.

"What's the catch?" I ask smugly ha I know exactly what his next move is.

He raises his eyes he was obviously not expecting that one "You need more press coverage, but not any press coverage you need the best kind a marriage and divorce you can do that or GET THE FLIP OUT!" my face drops and my chest tightens right... this is not what I was expecting great.

"Yeah I can do that easy" I gulp I hope my face looked kinda confidant. he grins smugly guess I didn't convince him them.

"right to do this I have prepared this dating app try and pick someone pretty, I have already began talking for you to some pretty candidates,"

"Ok I will let you know when Ive got a date then," he wiggles his fingers as a get out of my office gesture I sigh pick up my bag the phone and leave.

I sit on my bed running my hands over the "tardis" blue sheets I pick up the phone the master gave me, I click onto the app- tinder, huh I have already got 34 likes of my profile pic and page, I shuffle through them all and see immensely pretty girls who normally whenever I have to talk to for interviews I freeze up- I click the cross for all of them I want to do things my own way.

6:00- I guess I need to eat I walk into the kitchen still on tinder although nobody seems JOHN SMITH enough eugh, I fix my tea not taking my eyes of the app when I decide to scroll across once more and there I see her beautiful brown glossy hair sholder length, chocolate brown eyes and a small quite smile. But those eyes oh god there so perfect I can see pain but also curousity and wonder- she's beautiful, not fake beautiful though like those plastic girls whose skin is orange her face shines out look at me most guys wont give her a second thought though- I shiver her going out with another guy god im so weird I just saw her and now all I want to do is protect her. I look at her interests:
- Souffles ( I laugh at that one )
- Space ( wow )
-Children ( gulp )
- Computers ( hmm Interesting )
All are interests match up well sort of, I click like and push my food away all I can do now is stare at my phone until she replies...

Hi guys its Jazzy7801 I will be uploading every week sometimes 2-3 times, so review ideas and favourite and ship WHOUFFLE! can anyone spot the DR who reference?