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So meeting the team wasn't sunshine and rainbows. They were reserved and well, but at least they hadn't started a protest. Some were pleased to meet Edward actually. Excited in fact whilst others looked ready to kill themselves if given the opportunity.
Edward handled himself well and when the cameras finally left he seemed to deflate. He looked exhausted but seemed calm enough that I could tell with just a bit of work the team would come around.
"Why don't you show Edward your office?" Reynolds kindly placed his hand on my shoulder.
"You have an office?" Edward raised his eyebrows in partial shock.
"Yes Edward, some clubs actually find their captains to be an important part of the team," I grinned, "not really it's a shoe box close to the storage room."
"Don't make it sound so gloomy," Reynolds loudly laughed, "if you work very hard Edward in five years time it can all be yours."
