Cassie sat in a chair in some random office building. She was also very, very nervous. Her right leg kept bopping up and down, her folder sitting on her lap did the same. She chewed at her fingernails, looking around the sitting area.

There were a few people sitting around, who looked calm. She didn't understand how they could be. This was a very important day for one of them. She noticed that all of them, even the few woman that sat there, were in suits, binders sitting in their laps full of papers.

Cassie looked down at her folder. It didn't have as much as the binders.

"Crap." She looked at her fem-rocker look. Skin tight leather pants and a black tank that fell into a v-neck with some silver sparkle. She clicked her studded echo heels on the floor. "A big crap," she said.

Nervous may be an understatement.

"Taylor Johnson," the secretary, who sat at a desk in front of a large door, broke the silence of the room. "The board will see you now." She went back to fidgeting on her computer.

Taylor stood up, fixing his tie. He smiled, nodded at the secretary, and headed into the room on the other side of the door.

WWE was looking for a new on the road Creative team member. Stephanie would be taking the head creative role, so she wouldn't be on the road as much to fill people in.

Cassie, felt she was perfect for the job. She knew the company. She watched every Raw, every Smackdown, every PPV. She even found streams to their development territories, watching a lot of the young talent. Ever since she could comprehend what was going on on tv, she followed the WWE. She still never missed anything. She knew the current roster, every single one of them and their move-sets.

She had moved down to Florida and quickly got into Full Sail University for the fact that NXT broadcasted from the school. Within a few months she got an internship and worked under Dusty Rhodes as creative. She thought working with him would get a foot in the door on getting a job with WWE.

Right now, not so much.

She turned to the woman next to her. She looked like she was in her late thirties. Cassie was only 25.

"So," Cassie said to her. "How long have you been a fan?"

The woman turned to face her, a smug look on her face.

"I'm not."

"Oh," Cassie gave her a confused look. "So you don't know anything about the story lines going on?"

"No why would I? They aren't going to hire a fan. Fans are totally biased."

"Well, wouldn't a non fan be more biased? You are just going to follow what everyone else says instead of giving good ideas…"

The woman snorted, turning away. She got up and moved from her seat to another one.

"Ok, pinched a nerve," Cassie said leaning back.

The office door opened, and out walked that Taylor guy.

"That wasn't even 15 minutes," Cassie thought looking at her watch. The guy stomped off, holding his binder by his side. His smile turned into a very angry frown.

"Amanda Connor," the secretary said. The woman that Cassie had been talking to stood up, a confident smirk on her face. Amanda looked at Cassie. "The board will see you now."

"Of course they will," she flipped her hair over her shoulder, turning towards the door.

Cassie rolled her eyes. Nothing like walking into an office with too much confidence. Cassie closed her eyes, remembering what Stephanie told her.

'Keep eye contact. It's always Mr. McMahon, never Vince. Also, the board is never wrong, even when they are…"

The words kept replaying and replaying.

The door opened again and the woman walked out crying. She ran, hoping no on would see her.

"Rebecca White," the secretary said. The next woman stood up heading to the room. Cassie tried to relax herself as she noticed each person staying in the room less and less.

"Cassandra Scott…"

Cassie jumped at her name, looking at the secretary.

"The Board will see you now."

"Uh right," she hesitated for a second. The remainder of the people turned to look at her.

She stood up rather quickly, almost loosing her folder. She caught it at the last minute. She sighed as she started walking to the door.

She grabbed the door knob, taking a huge breath in. She sat for a second, exhaling as she turned the knob and opened the door. She walked in and closed the door behind her. She turned to the table, a bit shocked only to see 4 people sitting on the opposite side. The board was made up of 10.

The table was long. It reminded Cassie of Apprentice with Donald Trump.

Vince McMahon sat on the tallest chair, in the middle. To his left were David Kenin (Board Member) and Eric Pankowski (Senior VP, Creative & Development).

To Vince's right was Stephanie (Board Member and Creative Executive Officer). She gave Cassie a thumbs up.

Cassie slightly smiled.

"Please have a seat Ms. Scott," Vince said looking at some papers.

Cassie quickly sat across from Vince, placing her folder on the table.

"What is that?" Eric asked.

"Oh this," Cassie placed her hand on it. "Ya know, the usual," Cassie looked at him. "Resume, certain things from my portfolio…"

"Portfolio?"

"Uh yeah. Some ideas I jot down after watching shows. Some short stories, some drawings…"

"This is a creative interview," David said. "Not drawing class."

Cassie sat up in her chair.

"That's right Mr. Kenin," she turned from Eric to David. "However, drawings tell as much of a story as me writing it down on paper. In order for the artist to create art, they must have some sort of feeling behind it and I don't think feelings come out of thin air. They come from something happening to a person. Do you think Picasso or even Michael Angelo just thought of their work on a whim?"

Stephanie smiled.

"I never thought of it that way. Learn something new everyday," David jotted somethings down on paper.

"Even so," Eric started again. "Don't people interpret art differently? So the story wouldn't be the same for everyone."

"Of course, but that's with everything in the world. It's a way of life."

"How do you think fans interpret our art?" Stephanie spoke up. "Our life?" The two females made eye contact.

"Which demographic would you like me to base that on?"

"Overall."

"Well," Cassie placed her hands in her lap, looking up slightly to think. "The fans who show up to the arena, follow the story lines. They tend to like them a lot and think they are great. The fans that are home watching, I've noticed not so much. So I give it a 30/70 good bad interpretation."

"The 30 being bad?"

"No the 70 being bad…"

The three members eyes grew wide. What the hell was this girl talking about.

"70?" Eric asked.

"Yes."

"I really hope you have an explanation for that," David said.

"Don't get me wrong," Cassie waved her hands in front of her. "There are some really excellent story lines going on right now, but everything else is just wrong. I understand that the company is appealing to more of a PG rating and thinking about children and anti bullying, but there are heel fans. Watching faces win week in and week out bores those fans to death…"

"Faces don't always win," Eric came to creative's defense.

"Wade Barrett prime example. This is his third time around as Intercontinental Champion correct?" They nodded their heads. "When has he won a match that wasn't against a jobber?"

"He won after Wrestlemania," Stephanie said.

"Yes he did in a really strong match. He won the belt back from The Miz, but he lost in a really crappy match at Wrestlemania. Before that he hadn't won a match at all unless there was a DQ. Now, I haven't seen him win at all. What's the point of having him Champion, if all you are doing is killing his character."

The room became silent as some realization fell on the board members.

"Seeing Cena, Sheamus, and Orton win all the time is great for the kids, but that older group of fans, you guys aren't pleasing."

"Well I guess that it's important to know that this isn't a demographic talent meeting," Vince shut the folder and leaned forward on the table. "Do you think that because you are one of the top interns and my daughter took a liking to you, you were just going to waltz in here and get the job?"

"Absolutely not sir…"

"You can't even get dressed properly for a corporate job."

"I…"

"I saw and read your resume. The men and woman before you are more qualified for this job. What makes you think you are?"

"I…"

"And please, no sob story."

"DAD!" Stephanie shot him a glare.

Cassie broke eye contact for the first time. She looked down at the table. She said way to much of her own opinion. She cursed herself in her head. She didn't know what to say. Compared to everyone there, she knew she wasn't qualified for the job. There were so many things that she didn't do that were in the job credentials. She just wanted a shot.

Her head shot up as something the woman out there had said to her. I've screwed up so far, why not screw up some more.

Stephanie and Vince bickered back and forth. Cassie sat back up, holding her head high.

"I'm not qualified," she said. The room became silent for a few seconds.

"What?" Vince turned to her.

"I'm not qualified. You know that, I know that." She pointed at his folder. "Everything that's in there, is in here," she pointed at hers. "The men and woman out there have binders full of degrees, resumes, and most likely letters of recommendations. They could probably run circles around me with all the schools they graduated from or how smart they are. That's my fault. I ran into a bump and didn't know what I wanted to do, but I had a conversation with one of the woman out there and you know what she told me?"

The board members leaned in slightly wanting to hear.

"She told me she wasn't a fan of the product. She has no idea what story lines are going on. Heck, she probably couldn't name any of the wrestlers besides John Cena. Isn't there something wrong with that? Isn't there something wrong with hiring somebody who knows nothing about the product?"

Stephanie smiled leaning back in her seat. Well I'll be damned, she turned this in her favor.

"I understand that I don't have the television experience you guys call for, but that's why I jumped on a chance to intern with NXT. Those clowns out there may have the experience, but I have something none of them can touch. I have 18 years of watching this company grow. I have a favorite match, a favorite era, a favorite wrestler. When it comes to this company," she pointed at the table. "This company has been my life. It took me a year to decide, but I knew this is where I want to end up. When I was a kid I wanted to be a superstar, but I know that I'm more for the behind the scenes. I don't want to work anywhere else.

And I refuse to come here and not be myself. If I were to lie and be this prim and proper person, and down the road not live up to that? I refuse to lie. I'm far from perfect, Mr. McMahon. I'm going to screw up and make mistakes, but I am telling you, you need to hire more people like me. If you keep hiring writers who know nothing of the company, the fans will notice and they will stop showing up. I believe in my heart that I can stop that from happening. It may take some time to fix somethings, but I'm willing to take that time for this company."

The room fell into silence. Stephanie gave Cassie a hidden thumbs up. Cassie didn't smile, but kept her eye contact with Vince. He was the one that she needed to impress.

"Alright," Vince said. "We'll call you when we make a decision," he stood up.

"Thank You," Cassie stood up. Mr McMahon held out his hand. Cassie shook it, a slight smile on her lips. She then shook everyone else's hands.

She grabbed her folder and then walked to the door. She opened it, stepping out into the brightly lit room. She closed the door behind her, letting out another deep breath.

"Congratulations."

Cassie turned to the secretary.

"You've been in there the longest. Bobby McCans?"

Cassie grinned and rushed out of the waiting area. She walked to the elevator, getting into one that just opened up. She rode it down to the main floor, and proceeded out of the building.