44 Adidas (1/2)

As he had overslept this morning Sam wasn't feeling tired, he got home and sat on the couch where he had left his laptop earlier in the afternoon while Em went to take a shower.

As she was a sleep lover she would often wake up later than she was supposed to do Sam made her take a shower every night instead of the morning.

Sam prepared her a set of clean clothes that he left in the bathroom and went to take care of his things, he started filling the form for himself first, he was asked tons of questions. It took him a quarter of an hour to reach the end, last step he was asked to pay the sum of 50€, for the him right now it wasn't anything, he grabbed his credit card and paid right away. At that time Em got out of the shower and headed straight into her room, he accompanied her as she couldn't sleep alone. After singing her a few songs she particularly liked she fell asleep.

Finally he went back to his laptop and did the same form for his sister and paid the same sum for her too, now all he had to do was wait 70 hours to get his answer, if it was refused for any reason he would have to do it again from scratch.

He put his laptop on the table and turned on the TV while lazily lying on the couch. It had been some time he didn't watch TV and he finally remember why, it was so boring. Nothing interesting was shown and when he started getting very bored his phone that was near the laptop started ringing, he was startled but picked up very fast to avoid the loud noise waking up Em.

”Sam Petit here, hello ?”

”Oh I got the right number ! Nice to meet you mister Petit, do you mind if I call you Sam ?”

”I don't mind, you are ?”

He didn't give his phone number to a lot of people, only the people close to him but since the talent show his phone didn't hadn't had any rest, there wasn't a full hour where he didn't get a text or a call. He would often ignore the calls but answered without thinking because his phone was too loud and Em was sleeping in the next room.

”Thanks I shall call you Sam from now on then, my name is Bilal. I work in the marketing branch of Adidas, I guess you know the brand as you've wore out shoes during the talent show hahah.”

”Nice to meet you Bilal, of course I know Adidas, can I do something for you ?”

Of course he could do something for them, why would the guy call him if it wasn't for that, he checked the number and realized this was the 7th time this guy has called.

”Of course you can, I didn't think you would be that hard to reach tho hahah, I was wondering if you were interested in a partnership ? The higher ups saw you on the talent show and they think you would be perfect for the role of an influencer for the brand.”

He knew it would be something like this, Adidas wasn't the only brand that had approached him, he had got offers from much smaller brands but refused them. He had more followers than them on Instagram so they couldn't bring him much anyway.

Adidas was a different story, they had more than thirty millions followers. If he had known it was an offer from them he would have answered the first phone call. Of course the call came from the French branch, they had way less subscribers but he could still make it to the main Adidas page if he played his cards right.

« Tell me more. »

« So here is the deal we thought of, if you dislike something you can tell me and I'll change it if it's within my range of power or else I can talk about it to my superior.

We send you our last men clothing collection, you take satisfying photos and send them to us. If we like it you'll be featured on the Instagram AdidasParis page, if we don't like it you will take other ones until we like them. The pay is pretty good too, for each photo whether we like it or not you'll be paid 70€

What do you think ? »

« Hmmm... Why not another adidas page ? »

« We can't do anything about that for the moment as that's the only page we are responsible for. My superior expected you to ask this tho, he told me that we'll send your pictures to the main adidas page, they might like it and publish it, if they don't we'll do it. »