Disclaimer- I do not own any wrestlers that may be featured in the story they belong to whom every they belong to. This story it a work of my imagination and may not to suitable for all audiences.

A/N: I'm normally not into have people read my writing. With that said this is my second attempt at a Fan fiction and I hope you like it.

At the time I knew that if I didn't get away my life would be over. I don't mean that in a high school "my life is over" kind of way. I mean literality my life would have ended. He was abusive, stupid, and drunk all the time and I loved him will all of my heart. Leaving was the hardest thing I have ever done, but I did it. I dropped everything my friends, my job, my whole life just to get away from him. Marriage was supposed to last until death. Well I might as well and be dead. I changed my name moved from Oregon to just outside Knoxville Tennessee. I spent my entire life savings on a divorce and a small little two bedroom one bathroom house in the country.

As I pull my 1953 Chevy Pick-up truck down the bumpy gravel road I can't help but ponder the events that lead to me moving more than half way across the country. I got married to Eric when I was 18, pregnant, and stupid. Well here I am 8 years later childless, alone, and afraid. After I lost the baby I went back to school got a Degree in Accounting and Finance and worked my tail off for my husband. While he drank away our money and told me it was my fault. I should have left a long time ago but I was hooked. I still have the bruises from his last display of affection. It was the last straw. Emily Sanders became Rebecca Morrison and I left and headed toward what I hoped to be a brighter future.

Pulling into the drive way of my new little house I realized it's defiantly not much to look at. The dark blue paint is peeling away and I can tell that the shingles on the roof need to be replaced. Its 100% the fixer upper I was looking for. I knew that unpacking would have to wait until later maybe tomorrow. I needed to take a quick shower and change I had a job interview to go to. Before I moved I had two phone interviews but neither of those seemed to be going anywhere. With less the $100 in the bank and only a few dollars in cash I really needed this Job. If I couldn't find something soon I may end up flipping burgers and that's the last thing I want.

Pulling the one bag from my truck that I know I'll need I head into the house. The inside matches the outside but that doesn't bother me. The white walls maybe yellowing with time and the house may have a light layer of dust but it's not like I expected to entertain anyone any time soon. Finding the bathroom with ease I get ready quickly. The shower is cold and the bathroom is tiny but I don't mind. I find one of my three business outfits and dress swiftly. My long straight red hair gets tied up in a quick bun and I finish off with a light layer of makeup.

"Well Rebecca it the best you can do" I say to myself smiling in the mirror. I can notice the bags under my eyes and the look of sadness in my dark brown gaze but I hope that my potential employer won't. It was a 37 hour drive to get here and I made it with just enough time to get to this interview.

I knew very little about the man that I could be working for. My previous employer Mr. Toombs was good friends with Mr. Jacobs. He told me that Mr. Jacobs just went through a messy divorce and needed someone to put his finances in order and pay his bills because of his work he was on the road a lot. I thought the job sounded easy enough and as long as I didn't screw it up I should be hired by the end of the day.

Running back out to my truck I pull up the directions to the restaurant Mr. Jacobs wanted to meet for the interview. Slamming the truck door behind me I set off to what I hope to be the break in life I've been looking for.

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She was late and not earning any points with me because of it. I take a long drink of my beer enjoying the bitter flavor. I'll give her 15 more minutes and then I'll call her and tell her not to come. That if she couldn't be on time for an interview she was not what I was looking for in an accountant. Which would be too bad, she came so highly recommended. I remember the conversation I had with Piper about her. He was so sad to hear that she was moving and could no longer handle his finances but he jumped at the opportunity to send her my direction. He told me, in only a way that he could, that I better be nice to her. That she just came out of something traumatic and needed to get away from Oregon. I could have laughed she was going through something traumatic? My marriage of 18 years just ended but I listened to him. So far I'm not to happy I did.

I noticed the door to the restaurant open and a young woman walk in. She stood about 6ft 4, athletic figure, piercing brown eyes, and hair the color of roses. She was wearing a black business suit: black jacket over a white shirt with a nice knee length black skirt and black high heels. However it was the look in her eyes that made it to where I couldn't take my eyes off her. They look gloomy, dark, depressed. I also noticed the hint of bags under her eyes. I watched as she approached the hostess and asked something in hushed tones. The hostess then motioned in my direction and I knew that this must be Miss. Morrison. She approached my table quickly and I still couldn't take my eyes off her.

"Mr. Jacobs" She paused smiling and my heart skipped a beat she had a breathtaking smile it went all the way to her eye. "I'm so sorry I'm late. I wasn't expecting traffic in the afternoon."

"Miss. Morrison" I replied curtly, motioning for her to take the seat across from me. She sat down quietly but I didn't miss the look of relief the crossed her face. Did she think that I would have yelled at her?

"Thank you for the opportunity to have this interview with you." Her smile was back in place and I realized that she wanted to get down to business. That was fine with me.

"I'm looking for someone to manage my accounts. I just got out of a marriage and I need someone to go back threw my paperwork and sort it all out. I'm talking years of paperwork. I also need someone to keep track of my debts and payment while I'm out of town. I need someone who is willing to travel and bring my documents anywhere in the world. I guess what I'm getting at is I need more than just an accountant I need an accountant/assistant." I say laying it all out on the table. I don't like to dilly dally when it comes to business but it doesn't look like I've frightened her away yet. "On the other hand the pay is good; if traveling is required I'll pay all our traveling expenses, I offer vacation and sick time and there's a health plan" I say with a little humor in my voice.

"Well you didn't list anything that I am incapable of doing. I'm a hard worker Mr. Jacobs and would like to have the opportunity to work for you." Her voice was small almost like she was not used to asking for what she wanted.

"The job is yours then." I say with a firm sake of my head. So far I like this girl. She's quiet but the look of her eyes makes me want to help her to protect her.

"You're joking right" she asks astonished. A stunned look on her face.

"No I'm a very serious man" I reply not really enjoying the fact that she didn't believe me.

"Just like that? I mean you don't know anything about me. Don't you want like a back ground check or something?" I can tell she's excited but not quite sure of herself.

"There is no need for a background check. You come highly recommended and what can I say I like your personality. I think that you'll make a good employee." She still has a stunned look on her face. "Are you hungry Miss Morrison?" I asked my deep voice resonating an air of authority. I could almost see her shiver in reaction to it. "I am and think that lunch is in order." She smiles and takes a menu from the table. It didn't really accrue to me that this was one of the fancier restaurants in Knoxville and that the prices where a bit much for normal people. I noticed her eyes cloud over for a second an emotion and I can only call worry flash across her face.

"I'm fine for now thank you. I think I'll just have a cup of coffee." Her reply is stiff to formal.

"I insist please have something to eat. I can afford quite a bit" The humor in my voice is plain as day and I can see her shift uncomfortably in her seat.

"Mr. Jacobs I couldn't let you by me lunch in all good conscious. While I am a bit hungry buying lunch here would whip out half of what I currently have in my bank account and I …." She stops herself a look of horror crosses her face. "What I mean to say is" she stops herself again. "I just well due to recent events in my life and the move to town, I just don't have the finances to eat at someplace so nice." She almost hangs her head in shame. I don't blame her though I should have thought and picked a different place for our meeting. I remember now that Piper told me she was using pretty much all she had to move here.

"Miss. Morrison I'm sorry. I did not mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Why don't you allow me to buy you lunch and we will simply call it s business expense didn't I tell you that you get a fund for those?" I ask trying to make her feel comfortable. "Plus how can I get to know you if you don't stay?" She looks up at me and she's smiling again.

"I would very much like to get to know you as well" She replies sheepishly.

"Good then lets order"

We sit here for the next hour talking and eating. Enjoying each other's company, I didn't expect to feel drawn to this young woman but I am. Her smile is infectious, her laugh musical, and her eyes scream out to me that this is the most fun she has had in years. We agree that she will start work on Monday so she can have a few says to settle in. I give her the address to my house where most of her work will happen and my phone number incase anything comes up. After paying the check I bid her Farwell. We walk to the door together and split ways.