It had been almost 4 years since Mel had worked, so an interview for a job she already knew, was pretty scary. Why did she feel like this, she use to be the manager at the damn hotel group she had left. Starting work at 16 years old a skinny, frightened teenager, working her way up to the powerful woman she was. All that changed when she had left to have Jen, her beautiful 11 year old. She had planned on going back to work full time, but Jen had fallen ill at 7 years old, it had only been the last year that she was slowly being signed off the various hospital appointments. Which was good news to all, Mel felt now her life could get going again, she knew the hotel had been taken over , by some American company, she had read they were trying the first themed hotel dedicated to wrestling. Yeah right as if that would work, maybe over in the Us but not so much here in the UK, she did however hope she could put her services forward.

Mel hit 40 last month and for her age she didn't look that bad, her petite figure she had kept thanks to all the worry and running around she had done for her daughter. Dressing in a black dress and pink jacket the dark pink that Jen had told her this morning was her good luck colour. It toned in well with her black hair, which she had streaks of pink put in. It had been Jen's idea a special treat for her 40th, she admitted it made her look fantastic and younger, toned in with her hazel eyes. Finishing off the make up, she felt sick, was she doing the right thing?. Giving herself a prep talk, she went to grab her keys, scared to death. Her confidence had been knocked with being away from the working scene, fingers crossed she could do this.

Arriving at "The TC" one of the best hotels in the city of Mancheser, Uk she parked the car. It felt good to be back, but wasn't too sure of the reception she would get. Most loved her but some hated her, due to the lies her ex husband had said. None of which were true, but you couldn't change people's minds, holding her head high she walked in. There was her good friend, Trish ,at the reception desk, thank god a friendly face, she hoped this meant good luck to her.

"Mel, oh god Mel come here it's so good to see you honey, How's Jen god I've missed you so much, What are you doing here" hugging her tight she wanted to cry, it was so good to have someone who didn't believe everything Mathew had said.

"It's good to see you Trish, so damn good, yes sweetheart Jen is doing well really well, I believe I am here for an interview with a Mr Calaway and Mr Jacobs"

"Oh hear you eh Mel, an interview with the big wigs, you should get it love you deserve it after what that little shit Mathew spread about you. Let me ring up to them, think they are in the penthouse, and honey you will just die when you see them ,hell I almost come in my pants each time they talk to me" picking the phone up she told their secretary that Mel was here, putting it down, she turned back seeing her friend laughing.

"What?"

"Trish I have never heard you speak about anyone but your beloved John like that, these men must be something else. How is John doing? Is he back over yet from that wrestling tour, is he anything to do with changing this place into a damn themed one, I mean for god's sake whose stupid idea was it?"

"You will find that was mine, Miss Jefferson" Mel turned, her breath held in her throat, wow this man must be at least 7ft, his immaculate suit screamed Armani, his watch rolex, she was sure she could see some sort of tattoo on his wrist as his suit moved. His face was cold, no expression at all, his emerald eyes shot daggers at her, no wonder really she had pulled his idea down. Did he actually have his hair tied back in a braid, yes he did as he turned to Trisha, he looked too old for that, yet he carried it off well. All in all he was a fine looking man, and those shoulders, god he was big, she actually wondered if he was big in other places too, her face blushed at the thought.

"Trish darlin, can you call Glenn on his phone tell him Miss Jefferson is here to see us" He turned back to Mel, her face was red, he would love to know what was going through her head, putting his hand out, he introduced himself

"Mr Calaway, I believe you are here for an interview" shit she had really fucked up now, seeing her reaction.

"It's ok Miss Jefferson I won't hold it against you, we are all entitled to our opinions " sure would like to hold your body against me came through his mind, what the hell, he so wasn't going there.

He never mixed business with pleasure, it wasn't ethical. He had tried it once before and the stupid bitch thought she was going to marry him, yeah as if, he would never go down that road, he enjoyed his freedom too much. A different partner every night should he choose, his old career as a wrestler had them queuing up for years, the new one, as owner of this hotel had them doing the same. Women and money went hand in hand, he was never short of a fuck, and that was how he liked his life. No complications, if a women got too clingy he walked, hard yes, he wasn't going to fall in love, be like a puppy following it's master no way, that was for pussy's and he was the big dog of the yard.

Seeing who she could only guess as being Mr Jacobs walk up, she took him in, another good looking man, again his clothes screamed money, but he was different. More like an excited puppy, he had beautiful eyes, warm and inviting, the smile he gave her lit his face up, Now he was someone she could like, unlike this idiot stood next to her. He was dressed in black pants, and pin stripped shirt, again built like Mr Calaway, she wouldn't wish to get caught between these two.

"Miss Jefferson, it's so good to meet you at last, we have heard so much about you, I'm Mr Jacobs but call me Glenn please" he put out his hand to welcome her

"Yeah, something about fucking your way to the top" Mark mumbled under his breath

"Mark, behave will you, let us continue this interview upstairs, please excuse my older brother the problem with him, he likes to listen to damn gossip" Mel followed hoping the lies Mathew had spread wouldn't go against her, yet from what Mr Calaway had said it just might, walking in to the lift she leaned against the wall.

"We will do this in the penthouse suite Miss Jefferson and don't worry there aren't any beds nearby" Mark knew he was being plain rude, he normal never judge a book by its cover, but he was pissed off at her slagging his idea off.

"Well that's ok Mr Calaway as I don't sleep with obnoxious pricks who think they are god's gift" Glenn laughed, finally a woman that could speak her mind, especially to his brother. He leaned back and watched the fireworks explode, he could see Mark's fists clench, here it came 1.2.3

Mel was thrust hard against the lift's mirror Mark's hand around her throat his face in hers, as his lips were brought back in a sneer

"Listen you little bitch, I didn't want you here to be truthfully, I cannot stand women who use their bodies to get to the top, you disgust me you are nothing but an over paid whore" her hand connected hard against his face.

"How fucking dare you, I am no whore and I do not sleep to the top, I worked my ass off to get there, read my files, your fucking prick,get your filthy hands off me" Luckily the door's to the penthouse opened, Mark still hadn't released her, kicking out she aimed right for his balls, bringing him down fast.

"Fuck you Mr Calaway I don't need this job" turning to Glenn she held her hand out

"I am so sorry to waste your time I will just press the reception button and be on my way, would you mind removing this piece of shit for me" Glenn did as instructed, oh he liked this women, he liked her a lot, when they had both calmed down she would be working for them, both personally and professionally, she just didn't know it yet. Watching the lift doors close, he carried the almost unconscious Mark to the sofa and laid him down. Mark was still seeing starts the little bitch wouldn't know what fucking hit her when he got his hands on her again.

"Brother it looks like you met your match"

"No Glenn looks like we met our match, think she can take us both on" seeing the smirk on Mark's face he could see his mind ticking over.

"Well bro it's been awhile since we shared"