#WHY IS HE WEARING THAT STUPID BLUE FLIGHT SUIT INSTEAD OF HIS OLD OLIVE AND MUSTARD COLORS?!?!!?!?!?
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With every passing Wednesday I look back on that cameo in the Mandalorian with a slightly greater sense of fear
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The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Chapter 7
Saturday November 9th, 2019
Aberdeen Bloom was nervous. Â
Halloween night has beenâŠinteresting, to say the least.  After Will had walked her home and tried to kiss her, sheâd gotten into the elevator and started a quick, mad scramble of flailing arms and limbs about what had just transpired.  She couldnât believe it â how he tried to kiss her and she flat-out denied him â when every single fibre of her being wanted to kiss him back.  But she knew she couldnât, for her own sake and for Willâs sake, too.  There was no way she would jeopardize her job like that, and there was no way she would jeopardize Willâs good standing with the club, particularly Brendan, who was fond of him.  It was an internal fight she needed to win; reason needed to triumph over passion. Â
When she got back into her condo, she took off her costume, washed all her makeup off, and brushed her hair through. Â When she was done, she looked at herself in the mirror â really looked at herself. Â To try to see what Will apparently saw. Â The long, brown, wavy but frizzy hair; the thick eyebrows; the Greek nose; the pink lips with their cupidâs bow. Â She was pretty, somewhat, though she knew beauty was in the eye of the beholder. Â Not as pretty as Siena though, who inherited much of their fatherâs elegant Persian characteristics, so much so many people didnât believe they were sisters; and not as striking as her brother, who was a perfect mishmash of Mizraâs Persian and Orlaâs Scottish, with his olive skin and blue eyes. Â She wondered what Will saw in her to make him say âI want youâ; what he saw to make him call her minskatt, his treasure, when she didnât really believe so. Â
Her first text to him was that night. Â text me when youâre home safe please
A few minutes later, she received what she wanted. Â im home minskatt
Every time he called her that she couldnât help but swoon.
But the show had to go on, and Aberdeen still had a job to do, despite what happened on Halloween and despite all her swooning. Â She still needed to be Brendan Shanahanâs personal assistant. Â She still had to travel with the team when needed. Â She still needed to share charter flights with them, stay at the same hotels, and show up at the same continental breakfast areas. Â She still couldnât let anybody know anything had happened between her and Will. Â And when she was on the job, running around and fetching coffee and Prada shoes and Gucci suits and organizing meetings and accompanying other teamsâ general managers and presidents to Brendanâs office, while simultaneously trying to shield comments from Ethan, she was too busy for her mind to be constantly preoccupied by Will. Â But the second she saw him, in work out gear or a suit or in his jersey, she was done for. Â She tried not to let it show.
Though every part of her wanted to kiss him back that night, at the same time, she didnât want him to get too close. Â Halloween had her feelings had bubbled to the surface. Â That wasnât the problem, because she could suppress them, especially on the job. Â The problem was Will. Â He apparently couldnât suppress them like she could, especially on the job. Â He started to flirt. Â Openly. Â Not in front of Brendan or anyone else in the office, but definitely in front of the team. Â And definitely more when they were alone. Â She knew it was part of his personality, to be an open flirt, but heâd started asking her how he looked in his suits walking into the arena. Â
So sheâd have to come up with retorts. Â
Saturday, November 2nd, against the Flyers, heâd asked, âHow do I look?â when he walked in with a perfectly tailored grey suit.
He looked fantastic. Â But nobody could know she thought so. Â âYou look like you can save me 15% or more on car insurance,â she responded. Â His lightning fast wink wasnât caught by anyone or any camera.
On Tuesday November 5th against the Kings, heâd asked, âWhat do you think?â as he walked in wearing a black suit that made his blonde hair stand out.
âYou look like a honey glazed ham,â she responded. Â Jason, who was walking with him, spit out his water all over his suit.
On Thursday, November 7th against the Golden Knights, heâd walked into the arena with the most ridiculous ensemble sheâd ever see a person wear in her entire life, and she went to school in downtown Toronto. Â He had a Sugo hat â from the great Italian restaurant on Bloor â secure on his head. Â Stubble. Â A more prominent moustache. Â Vintage eyeglasses on. Â A blue, yellow, and black throwback Reebok tracksuit jacket on, unzipped slightly to let his chest breath and just enough to show off his chains. Â Matching trackpants. Â Best of all, a pair of the most absurd looking Leafs Uggs. Â They were alone at that point â he was one of the first players in for the morning skate, and even arrived before the media â and she audibly scoffed when she saw him. Â âHow do I look?â he asked, smiling. Â
She knew that he knew he looked completely ridiculous. Â She could do nothing but shake her head. Â âI donât even have the words.â
âFind them,â he practically begged. Â Thatâs when she knew this would become a thing between them.
âHonestly? Â You look like my father when I see pictures of him living in pre-revolution Iran. Â Except blonde. Â And more facial hair.â
âIs that a good thing or a bad thing?â he asked.
âMy dadâs awesome, so take it as a compliment. Â But fourteen year old teenagers donât exactly have the best fashion sense.â
âMaybe Iâll get to meet him and see that picture one day,â he quipped.
âNo chance, William Nylander.â
Tonight, on a Saturday Hockey Night in Canada, the Leafs were facing the Flyers again, the second time in a week, back to back Saturdays. Â This time, however, the Leafs were at least at home, though everyone had to get on a flight after the game to head to Chicago for a game tomorrow. Â Busy as usual, she walked into the staff kitchen to warm up the snack wrap sheâd bought to get her through the day. Â When she walked in, she saw Ethan making a tea. Â
âHello,â she greeted him, trying to be polite to him though he had never really been polite to her. Â
âHey Girl Friday,â he said. Â He wasnât even looking at her, so she had an opportunity to roll her eyes. Â âWhat brings you into the kitchen? Â Shouldnât you be fetching coffee?â
âIâm heating up a snack wrap,â she said, walking over to the microwave and popping it in for a minute. Â
âShould you really be eating that?â
Aberdeenâs back stiffened. Â âWhy shouldnât I?â
âDo you really need it?â he said, finally looking at her after he finished making his tea. Â âNobody likes a piggy working for a hockey team with some of the most in-shape guys in the league.â
She couldnât believe the words that were coming out of his mouth.  Her jaw dropped open as she couldnât find the words to respond to him.  âWâŠWhat?â was all she could muster out pathetically. Â
âSeriously Girl Friday, do I really have to spell it out for you?â he asked. Â âYour clothes might be stylish but I can see right through you,â he said, leaving her hanging as he walked out the door. Â
Aberdeen couldnât believe what had just happened.  The words that Ethan just said.  Commenting on her snack and the fact she was eating.  She couldnât believe he had the gall.  Heâd used the word piggy.  PIGGY!  What man in their right might would say something like that to another human being, let alone a woman?  She looked down at her body, covered by a black cable-knit sweater and skinny black plaid pants.  DidâŠdid she reallyâŠ
No.
Ethan Baker was just being a colossal fucking asshole. Â
Instead of getting low on herself, she got angry. Â She had been nothing but nice to him, and had succumbed to his stupid hazing and initiation, and he still treated her like shit. Â What else did he want from her? Â Why was he so incessant on making her life a living hell?
As the microwaved beeped to signal it was done, Aberdeen felt a buzz from her phone in her pocket. Â It was, of course, from Brendan. Â Please go meet Cliff Fletcher at the entrance and bring him to my office.
She left her snack wrap in the microwave, taking the elevator down to the main floor and walking towards the entrance. Â On cue, Cliff was getting out of a black SUV. Â She opened the door for him. Â âHi Mr. Fletcher,â she said. Â She tried her best to conceal the anger and annoyance in her voice, but she could hear it. Â She wondered if he could. Â âHow are you?â
âIâm great, Miss Bloom. Â How are you doing?â
âIâm fine,â she said as they walked towards the elevator together. Â She pushed the button and waited for the light. Â
âExcited about the game tonight?â he asked.
âSure,â she shrugged her shoulders. Â The elevator pinged and the doors opened. Â They got on and the doors closed, with Aberdeen pushing the floor button. Â âHope that we donât have to play Philadelphia for a while after this.â
âWhy not?â
âThe jerseys. Â Theyâre awful. Â Their home jerseys at least are awful. Â That hideous orange,â she made a face, sticking her tongue out in disgust. Â âImagine having to wear that all the time? Â Whoâd want to be general manager?â
âMy son, actually,â Cliff said, chuckling slightly. Â
Aberdeenâs face dropped. Â Oh, shit. Â Here we go again. Â Aberdeen just had to go and open her big mouth again. Â She just had to let her emotions get the best of her; had to let Ethan Baker get the best of her. Â âAre you for real?â
âI am for real,â Cliff mimicked her, smiling. Â âMy my, Miss Bloom. Â Youâre really keen on speaking your mind.â
âMr. Fletcher, Iâm sorryââ she said as the elevator door opened. Â
âThatâs quite alright, Miss Bloom,â Cliff waved her off as they stepped off the elevator together. Â âItâs quite refreshing to hear your take on hockey jerseys, but if I can give you a word of advice, be careful about who you speak your mind to. Â You never know when their son could be a general manager of the team with the hideous jersey,â he winked. Â âOr, conversely, if that general managerâs father used to be in charge of the Maple Leafs.â
âMr. Fletcherââ
âIâll see myself to Brendanâs office,â he said, making her stop dead in the tracks. Â âIâll see you during the game, Miss Bloom. Â Iâll be looking forward to seeing you in the box and hearing more of your thoughts.â
***
âAberdeen, can you come in here for a minute?â Aberdeen heard Brendan call out as she sat at her desk outside his office, busy entering some new appointments and meetings into his Google calendar. Â She stood up from her seat and walked into his office. Â He was standing near one of the windows, moving eventually to lean against the frame. Â
âYes sir?â
âI just had an absolutely wonderful discussion with Cliff,â he began.  It was a normal start, but Aberdeen noticed that he hadnât corrected her like he usually did when she called him sir.  That automatically made her nervous.  âWe talked about his time here, we talked about how the kids were doing, his son who is somewhere in this buildingâŠand then we talked about you.â
Aberdeen gulped. Â He was going to absolutely annihilate her, just like heâd previously done. Â âMr. Shanahanââ
âDo you know why I hired you?â he asked, interrupting her.  âI always hire the same sort of person.  Male, workaholic, of courseâŠworships the team.  But so often, they turn out to be â I donât know â disappointing and, wellâŠstupid,â he began.  âSo you, with that impressive resume and the big speech about your intelligence and your so-called work ethicâŠI â well, I thought you would be different.  I said to myself: go ahead.  Take a chance.  Hire the smart girl who knows nothing about hockey.  Hire the girl with immigrant parents who grew up in an old bungalow in Etobicoke,â he used her own words from that disastrous interview.  âI had hope.  My God, I love on it.  Anyway, sometimes you end up disappointing me more thanâŠmore than any of the other silly boys.â
She bit her lip. Â She didnât even care that her eyes were watering and he could see that she was about to cry in his office. Â âI really didnât mean tââ
âThatâs all,â he dismissed her coldly.
Aberdeen turned and walked out of the room. Â She didnât even bother going back to her desk. Â She didnât want him to hear her cry. Â But instead of going to the staff kitchen, instead of going to the womenâs bathroom or outside or just anywhere else that wasnât the office, she found herself walking directly towards Kyle Dubasâs office. Â He wasnât her therapist. Â He was barely her friend â hell, barely her acquaintance. Â But for some reason, she gravitated towards his office because she knew, at some level, he would listen. Â
Kyle watched as she walked in to his office, and he could automatically see the redness of her eyes. Â He didnât put his pen down or close his laptop. Â âEverything alright, Aberdeen?â
âHe hates me, Kyle.â
âWho?â
âBrendan.  I donât know what else I can do because if I do something right, itâs unacknowledged.  He barely says thank you.  But if I do something wrong, he isâŠvicious.â
He knew what he had to do here. Â He knew his role. Â âSo quit.â
Aberdeen looked at Kyle, furrowing her brows at his words. Â So simple yet so direct. Â âWhat?â
âQuit.â
âQuit?â
âI can get another person to take your job in five minutes. Â One who really wants it,â he said with such confidence it made her worried.
âNo!  I donât want to quit!  Thatâs not fair!â she raised her voice.  The notion, to her, was completely ridiculous.  âButâŠIâŠyou know, Iâm just saying that I would like a little credit for the fact that Iâm killing myself trying.â
âAberdeen, be serious.  You are not trying.  You are whining,â Kyle deadpanned.  She stared at him, surprised that for such a soft-spoken and articulate guy, he was laying down the law.  âWhat is it that you want me to say?  âPoor you.  Brendanâs picking on you.  Poor youâ?  Wake up, Aberdeen.  Heâs just doing his job,â he said harshly.  âDonât you know that you are working at the place that housed some of the greatest and influential athletes of the century?  Bower.  Clancy.  Sundin.  And what they did, what they created in this city, was greater than the sport, because you looked up to them,â he said.  He stopped momentarily.  âWell, not you, obviously, but most people,â he fixed his mistake.  âYou think this is just a company, hmm?  Just a hockey team?  This is not just a hockey team.  This is a shining beacon of light forâŠoh, I donât know, letâs say a young boy growing up in Sault Ste. Marie who couldnât continue playing hockey because of concussions but worked his way through the offices until someone like Brendan had faith in him and gave him a chance.  You have no idea how many legends have walked these halls.  And whatâs worse, you donât care.  Because this place, where so many people would die to work you only deign to work.  And you want to know why he doesnât kiss you on the forehead and give you a gold star on your homework at the end of the day.  Wake up, sweetheart.â
He was right. Â God, she knew he was 100% right. Â He was wrong about nothing. Â And for him to be so open with her â she knew he was referring to himself when he spoke about the young boy growing up in Sault Ste. Marie. Â She was being a complete suck. Â âOkay, so maybe Iâm screwing it up,â she acknowledged. Â Kyle cocked his head to the side in agreement. Â âBut I donât want to. Â I just wish I knew what I could do.â
âWell, for one, you need to walk into this building everyday knowing and understanding the history of this hockey club beyond just the surface level and what Brendan tells you. Â But you already know what to do, Aberdeen,â Kyle said confidently. Â âYou just need to find it within yourself and do it.â
***
Aberdeen didnât know where her mind was for the rest of the night. Â Kyle told her she already knew what to do, and that she just had to do it, but she didnât know what that was. Â At least not yet. Â It occupied her mind for the rest of the day, until the team started walking in and she greeted them all before they went into the locker room. Â
When she saw Will, he was on his way up the stairs with Auston Matthews. Â Word had gotten around the locker room that sheâd been saying these things â that she had a wicked sense of humour â and now everyone wanted to hear it for themselves. Â The game-time roast of William Nylander. Â She saw him wearing a tan wool coat. Â His face was red from the cold wind outside. Â âYou like what you see?â he asked.
âYou look like a Costco hot dog.â
Auston almost fell over. Â His shriek was so loud she closed her eyes from the noise. Â âJesus Christ, Auston,â she pretended to plug her ears. Â
âI always knew you had it in you, Aberdeen,â he said, shaking his head and wiping the tears that fell from his eyes from laughing so hard. Â
âWhatâs it?â she asked.
âI donât know. Â It,â he looked back at her before walking into the locker room with Will.
Now he was in on it too. Â She had it inside her? Â What the hell were he and Kyle talking about? Â She didnât think she was anything special, especially in the world of hockey. Â
***
Instead of winning in a shootout like last week in Philadelphia, the Leafs lost in a shootout at home. Â It was dumb, and she knew the players hated the shootout. Â Aberdeen and Brendan arrived at the locker room at the tail end of Mike Babcock giving them a stern talking to about something they did wrong during the game, and after he was done, the boys dispersed and began to take off their gear as they always did. Â She watched quietly as Will pulled his jersey over his head and began unstrapping his gear. Â
Brendan was looking down at his phone when she looked at him next. Â He was furiously typing something. Â âCan you go pick up guests at the door, please?â he asked, not looking up from his phone. Â He was probably still mad at her for earlier. Â
She nodded her head and began walking down the hallway, only for Will to show up beside her, his hockey socks still on. Â She figured he was being deliberately annoying, taunting her knowing that Brendan was in the same room and in close vicinity. Â âGet out of here,â she mumbled.
âYou get out of here.â
She rolled her eyes, reaching for the door handle and opening it. Â She was greeted with a man and a woman. Â The man was tall and bald, already with a smile on his face, a grey polo shirt and slacks on; the woman had long blonde hair and striking blue eyes, wearing a simple pair of jeans and a Leafs jersey. Â âHello,â she greeted them politely. Â âYouâre here to see Mr. Shanahan?â
âActuallyâŠâ the man began, smiling at Will.
âHi mama, hi papa,â Will said, smiling from ear to ear, leaning in to hug both parents.
Aberdeenâs face dropped. Â She took another look at the man and the woman. Â Of course. Â Of course they were Willâs parents. Â He was a carbon copy of both of them; a perfect mix of his motherâs blue eyes and his dadâs smile. Â âMr. and Mrs. Nylander! Â Hello!â she said, suddenly nervous. Â When they were finished hugging their son, she extended her hand. Â âIâm Aberdeen Bloom. Â Iâm Mr. Shanahanâs executive assistant. Â Itâs so nice to meet you!â
âAberdeen?â Michael said, smiling slightly.  âDet hĂ€r Ă€r flickan som du berĂ€ttade för oss?â he switched to Swedish as he looked at Will.  [[ This is the girl you told us about? ]]
âJa.â Â [[ Yes. ]]
âSĂ„ hon var varför du var Ă€lskar sjuk hela sommaren?â Camilla asked her son.  [[ So she was why you were love sick all summer? ]]
âJag var inte Ă€lskar sjuk,â Will furrowed his brows slightly at whatever Camilla said.  [[ I wasnât love sick. ]]
âSĂ€ker,â Michael rolled his eyes. Â [[ Sure. ]] Â He focused his attention on Aberdeen again. Â Sheâd been looking in between all of them speaking Swedish, trying to pick up on any semblance of word that sounded like English. Â âItâs very nice to meet you Aberdeen,â Michael smiled. Â âWill mentioned that Brendan had a new assistant.â
âThere he is!â Aberdeen heard Brendanâs booming voice from down the hallway. Â She looked behind her to see him making his way towards them, a giant smile on his face. Â âNice to see you guys! Â Come in, come in!â
âWilliam was just introducing us to Aberdeen,â Camilla smiled, motioning to her.
âAh yes, my new executive assistant,â Brendan smiled at her. Â She smiled nervously. Â âCome come, letâs take a walk. Â We need to catch up. Â How is Jacqueline?â
As Michael and Camilla followed Brendan down the corridor, completely ignoring their son and Aberdeen now, Aberdeen and Will were almost alone. Â She felt him grab at her elbow gently. Â âYou donât actually think I look like a Costco hot dog, do you?â he asked.
She snorted, biting her bottom lip to stop from letting out a laugh and having Brendan, Michael, and Camilla look back at them. Â âYou really are no thoughts, head empty, arenât you?â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âIt means you have no thoughts going on in that little brain of yours,â she smiled.
âI think about one thingâŠtwo things,â he clarified.
âHockeyâs one,â she knew that already. Â âWhatâs the other one?â
âYou.â
The revelation hit her like a tonne of bricks. Â He had to know by now that he couldnât just say stuff like that and expect her to have a normal reaction. Â âYou just love to see me squirm, donât you?â she asked.
âI just love to see you, minskatt.â
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