I realize that I forgot to put up a disclaimer, so here it is: I don't own anyone except Evie or any other potential OCs. I don't make any money off of this this is PURE FICTION. Please read and review :)

I was new to WWE. No, I was not someone who you typically saw on screen like a Superstar, Manager, or Commentator. I was merely hired to be a personal assistant. I was told to go to the next WWE event, which just happened to be a live event. I walked into the arena flashing the lanyard I was given at the office two days ago. I was directed to go right to the 'office' of the person in charge. I knocked on the door and waited. The door opened to reveal none other than Shane McMahon.

"Hello. You must be the new girl. Come on In." He said motioning me in.

"Goof Afternoon, Mr. McMahon. I'm Evie Gibbs. I'm the new personal assistant that your company hired for the new champion." I said walking into the office and shaking his hand.

"Right. So you are familiar with the job description?"

"Get the coffee, breakfast, lunch, snacks, anything else he wants." I laughed.

"Not exactly. Your new client has a particularly bad habit," Shane said scratching his chin. "He forgets things."

"Like names or-"

"Nothing at all like that. Sometimes he forgets his belongings... or ours. He sometimes forgets he is supposed to be somewhere. That's where you come in. You are going to be the one to remind him where he has to go and that he has to bring the Championship with him. And to get him anything he wants."

"Make sure he gets places? Check. Get him whatever he wants? Check." I smiled. "Is that it?"

"One more thing. Being that you are a new employee, freelance employed, the board thinks it is best if you not become 'romantically entangled' with your charge or another member of the talent. We wouldn't want it to affect the way you do your job." Shane sighed.

"Yes, Sir. I completely understand. It would be totally and completely unprofessional of me to start a workplace romance. I would never want to appear unprofessional." I nodded.

"Then I think we're done here. Let me walk you to your new charge." Shane said.

"Sounds great."

Just as Shane was opening the door, someone from the other side pushed their way in.

"Mr. Ambrose. Just the person we were on our way to see." Shane smiled.

"Aren't I popular?! Rumor has it, someone, namely your sister, has decided that I can't get myself to places anymore." Ambrose retorted.

"Evie Gibbs, Dean Ambrose." Shane said introducing us. "Evie is your new PA."

"What do I need with a PA? She's...She's blowing things out of proportion again." Dean sighed.

"You almost left the Championship in a taxi, Dean. While I don't normally agree with anything my sister suggests, I agree with this. You need an assistant. If you want, she will just be there to remind you about things. But her position is mandatory."

Dean sighed and nodded. "Great. Then I have no further business here. Dean, you have a show to get ready for. Evie...Good luck."