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Chapter 1

"Please tell me you aren't serious Stephanie."

Thirty-four year old Elizabeth Callaway looked at her best friend, Stephanie Levesque with a worried look on her face.

"Oh come on Liz. We need a woman around here who can pull off that take charge, I don't give a damn attitude. You are so much like your brother with that. Please! You know I wouldn't ask you to do this favor for me if I didn't really want it or need it."

Elizabeth nodded slowly. The two women had been best friends since Elizabeth's brother, Mark, had introduced them when he started wrestling for WWE.

"So you want me to go from your assistant to GM of Raw huh? Explain this plan of yours to me again."

Stephanie nodded and smiled before she began to speak.

"I'm going to be injured and be gone for two weeks while Paul and I go on a small vacation with the girls. While I'm gone you will become temporary GM and stir things up a little. You know how things work around here. Dad, Mom, Shane, and I have all talked about it. We trust you on all aspects. Please do this for me."

Elizabeth thought about what her friend was asking. It was then she got an idea for her first task of stirring things up. She looked at her friend with a mischievous smirk on her face.

"How soon can I start?"

Stephanie looked at her friend intrigued when she noticed the look in her friend's eyes. She could just tell her friend already had an idea in mind.

"Well you can actually start tomorrow night on RAW…if you tell me what's goin on in that head of yours." Stephanie replied with her own smirk.

Elizabeth just nodded and informed her friend of what idea she had running through her mind. As she got further along in her explanation, Stephanie's smile grew and her eyes lit up.

"I love it! Talk about not knowing what you're in for." Stephanie replied clapping happily.

The two women started going over what all Elizabeth would need when Paul Levesque walked into his house, stopping in the entry to the living room.

"Do I even want to know what you two are up to?" He asked intrigued.

"Nope." Both women replied to him looking innocent.

"I have a feeling we need to use our DVR for the next two weeks." Paul said before walking out of the room.

The next evening

Elizabeth checked her reflection in her rental car's windows. She made sure her black skirt was at the right length and that her green satin and lace camisole was covering what it was supposed to. She then pulled on her black jacket and walked into the arena. She noticed everyone glance her way as she walked by.

"Damn who is that?"

Randy Orton looked over his shoulder after hearing his friend, Cody Rhodes, question. He smiled when his eyes landed on the familiar woman.

"That…is never gonna happen man." Randy said with a smile.

"Why not?" Cody asked.

"For one thing she is too old for you. For another…she's out of your league man. Lastly…her brother would kill you, no joke." Randy replied before making his way to the woman.

"Well hello gorgeous."

Elizabeth couldn't help but smile as she saw her younger friend. She wrapped her arms around his waist as he hugged her.

"Hey there. How are you?" Elizabeth asked.

"Good. I hear you got you a nice little promotion for two weeks."

"Yeah I did. Don't know why…but I've learned not to question the McMahons." Elizabeth said smiling.

Randy nodded and let her go on her way. Elizabeth greeted a few other superstars and divas as she walked to where her makeshift office was supposed to be. She was standing in the doorway of her office talking to John Cena, another superstar she was good friends with, when a man exited his locker room and noticed her.

'Who is that?' He asked himself.

It was when he heard the words coming out of John's mouth next that he got his answer.

"Man you're vicious Lizzie. Is that a Callaway thing or what?" John asked his friend laughing after she whispered her plan into his ear.

'Holy fuckin shit.' The man thought. 'There is no way that is Elizabeth. When did she get so beautiful?'

The man looked at the woman once again. Her long chocolate brown hair was left down, falling down to the middle of her back. He couldn't help but admire the way her clothes fit her curves, showing them off. Lastly he noticed the black heels she wore on her feet that had a really thin heel and tied around her ankle. While her brothers were all over six feet, she herself was only five foot four. He himself was about a foot taller than her.

'Mark would kill me if he knew how I was just checkin out his baby sister.'

Before he could go back into his locker room without being noticed, he heard her voice.

"Hello Glenn."