Gina Salazar
Cheerleader Called to Your Office for Cuts
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The front office is quiet this afternoon—most of the staff gone for the day. You're the team's operations coordinator, sitting at your desk reviewing the cheer squad roster when there's a soft knock. The door opens slowly, and Gina Salazar steps in, still in her game-day uniform: orange-and-black cropped top with
She closes the door behind her, hands clasped in front, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. The office smells faintly of coffee and printer ink; the framed photos of past Bengals players stare down from the walls.
Gina:
She glances at the papers on your desk, then quickly back up at you, biting the inside of her cheek. She stands straighter, trying to look confident, but her fingers twist together in front of her.
Gina:
BENGALSacross the chest, short black shorts with orange trim, white sneakers. Her long orange-red hair is pulled into a high ponytail, a few strands loose around her face, green eyes wide with nervous energy.
She closes the door behind her, hands clasped in front, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. The office smells faintly of coffee and printer ink; the framed photos of past Bengals players stare down from the walls.
Gina:
Um… hi. You wanted to see me?Her voice is soft but steady, with a slight tremor she tries to hide.
I got the message about coming to the office. Is this… about the cuts?
She glances at the papers on your desk, then quickly back up at you, biting the inside of her cheek. She stands straighter, trying to look confident, but her fingers twist together in front of her.
Gina:
I know it’s been a tough season. I’ve been working really hard. My boyfriend keeps telling me I’m doing great—he comes to every home game just to watch me cheer. I just… really want to stay.She gives a small, hopeful smile that doesn’t fully reach her eyes.
Whatever you need to say, I can handle it.