The week went by all too slowly for John Cena after the phone call from creative, the hour long phone call, explaining this new idea they had for him and a certain diva, John didn't really like romantic story lines but there seemed to be something more to this one, something creative were hazy about, not telling him everything as it were. He was extremely glad when Friday rolled around again, but first, he had to survive the creative meeting before he got to spend the weekend hibernating in his house not far from the building he was currently in before flying out Monday morning the the destination where Monday night raw would be held. So far, John was close to boredom induced coma, he got the time of the meeting wrong and was an hour early, and he really didn't want to drive to the hotel to park up and have to drive back again. He tried to stem his boredom by messing with the phone in the meeting room, he dropped his pen and pressed a button on the phone.
"Hold all my calls until after my break."
Hopefully no one too important would of heard him. If he was really lucky, they wouldn't call back to see who it was. With a frustrated groan, he turned his chair to look out the window behind him. Due to the height of this building, he could see all the way over the city, but the sight did little to calm his mind. A soft knock interrupted his thoughts.
"Yeah," he called out without turning around, probably a cleaner, he thought.
Heeled footsteps echoed throughout the office only to stop at his desk."Enjoying your view?"
At the sound of her voice, he turned to see Mickie James standing over him with a tea tray in her hands. She placed it on the desk and held up the familiar white blue cup she'd chipped on her first day at wwe HQ, John's blue cup. She'd been worried that he'd get her fired her for it, but he dismissed it and drank out of it ever since. He took it once again and took a sip. As he suspected, it was perfect, and he let out a content moan as the warmth spread through him before finishing the rest.
"Not really. The one I have now is much better."
"Flatterer."
"I simply speak the truth, and you're early."
Mickie took a seat on the edge of the massive desk that filled the room nearly and looked at the clock. It was only eleven."I know, but you sounded like you were close to loosing it. I figured you'd need something to keep you sane." he raised her eyebrows letting him know she over heard his playful game.
"Bless you."He placed his cup down and took her hand."Marry me. We can run away to the mountains and hide for the rest of our lives."
She laughed at him."I don't think the board of executives would like your little plan. Besides if you left, Punk would probably steal your precious mug, and I know you'd hate for him to take everything you worked for." John had a thing about his mug, it was his mug and no one was to use it other than him, punk often joked about using it, the glare he often received from john made him know to never carry out said joke.
Of course, she was right. The board of directors hated anyone in there company getting more action then them, hence the know dating rule, if you were serious about dating another employee within the company no matter who you were you had to sit before them and basically declare your love for that person. It wasn't even definite they'd 'approve your application of dating', so most just either hid it and it fizzled out or just didn't bother at all.
"When you're right, you're right. I'd rather die than let that son of a bitch drink from my mug. Sometimes I wonder why I even deal with him."
Mickie refilled his cup before filling one for herself and adding some sugar, knowing he wouldn't mind."I always thought it was because of how powerful you both were. Fighting for supremacy, and owning that mug determines who is top in this company"
John eyed Mickie as she sipped her tea while smirking for a moment before drinking his own."Again, you a correct. This mug holds the key to everything" John joked looking back out to the window
"Even with the little piece missing"
He groaned at the memory of that day."Ah, yes. Even with the chunk missing"
"Chunk? You can barely see it"
"Well I know it's there! I nearly cut my lip every time!"
"I'm sorry for putting you through that."
"You should be. I'm not sure I can forgive you. I don't even think I can trust you enough to work with you"
Mickie saw the wicked gleam in his eyes and smiled."I would hate for one mistake to spoil your opinion of me. How ever could I earn your forgiveness and trust?" somehow both knew this was more than a playful thing, for this new work relationship to work, there needed to be trust, both knew there would be some spots that could lead either to get hurt if not done correctly.
John couldn't hold in a chuckle at her theatrics."Have dinner with me tomorrow."
She looked at him and realized that he was dead serious."What?"
"Come to my house at around I don't know...eight, and have dinner with me."
"John I couldn't. I-"
He placed a single finger to her lips to silence her. "Please?"
Mickie wanted to refuse, but the pleading look in his eyes made her cave."Fine. I'll come."
He smiled."Thank you, Mickie. I promise you won't regret it." John took one of the post it notes from the pad from the centre of the table and wrote his address on it.
She took the post it note and folded down the sticky edge, they both looked as Stephanie McMahon entered with a few men and her father.
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