"Welcome to Levesque Inc, I would formally like to welcome you to your position Miss... ah..." The man stopped, looking confused.

"McMahon, you can call me Stephanie though." I said.

"Right, Miss McMahon, my name is James. I'll just show you where your desk is and then I have some very important work to get to." James said. I nodded my head and followed him into the elevator.

"What made you choose a job here, at Levesque Inc?" James asked me.

"Honestly, I just needed the money. I am going through a troubling divorce and I didn't want to ask my Dad for money so I did something about it. I went out and got a job." I said. James nodded his head and I straightened my skirt.

"Don't let Mr Levesque hear you say that, he will be disappointed if you came to work here just for money," James said.

"Well, he was the one that gave me the job." I replied coolly. James went to say something but he stopped. We walked out of the elevator and down the corridor.

"All right, this is Mr Levesque's office and your desk is right here," James said. I nodded my head and smiled. He walked off and I sat down at my desk. This was going to be strange; I was new and didn't have anyone to talk to.

About ten minutes after I started working, the door to Mr Levesque's office opened and I looked up. A man poked his head through and motioned for me to come in. I stood up and followed him into the office.

"You must be Stephanie, nice to meet you. My name is Paul and I am the owner of Levesque Incorporated." He said. I smiled awkwardly and shuffled my feet.

"It's nice to meet you Mr Levesque," I replied. I looked up at him and quickly looked him up and down as he talked about what he wanted me to do for the rest of the week. He had long blonde hair that was tied back into a ponytail and a slight beard. His tanned skin made his light brown eyes shine brightly. Even though he was wearing a suit, I could tell that he worked out a lot. He was incredibly handsome. I bit down on my lip as our eyes met and he gave me a guilty smirk.

"Sorry," I said, wringing my hands together.

"That's okay; I was checking you out as well." He said. I blushed and he moved closer.

"If you need anything, feel free to come and ask me all right?" He asked. I nodded my head and left the room.

Just before lunch, the phone on my desk rang so I answered it hesitantly.

"Stephanie, it is Paul. I have a very important lunch meeting and I was wondering if you would like to come along and take notes?" Paul said.

"Uh, sure, if you want me to," I said, chewing down on my bottom lip.

"That is why I asked. Be ready to leave in five minutes all right?" Paul said.

"Sure thing, thanks for giving me this opportunity." I said. Paul chuckled and I felt my own lips curve upwards into a smile.

"No problem Stephanie," He replied. The line went dead and I stood up to put my jacket on. Not even a minute later, Paul walked out and smiled at me. He had an amazing smile.

"Let's go Stephanie," He said. I nodded and followed him over to the elevator.

"So... are you married?" He asked.

"In the process of a divorce," I replied.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." He said. I shrugged and leant back against the wall.

"It is okay, Harrison was a loser, and I don't know what I saw in him in the first place." I said.

"Yeah, I was like that with my wife." Paul said.

"You were married?" I asked. He nodded and smiled at me.

"I don't like talking about it though. Tamara means nothing to me anymore." He said. I nodded and he placed his hand on my shoulder.

"I'm here if you ever need to talk okay? I might be your boss but I'm not that much of an insensitive asshole. I care about my employees." He said. I smiled and we walked out of the elevator.

"What is Harrison's last name, it isn't McMahon is it?" Paul asked.

"No, it's Smith. McMahon is my maiden name." I said. Paul nodded and I saw his jaw clench.

"D... do you know Harrison?" I asked. Paul closed his eyes for a moment and then he helped me into his car.

"I guess you could say that," Paul said. I frowned and he got in the other side. I knew not to push the subject so we drove off to lunch in silence.

"Ah, Paul, how are you?" A man said, greeting us out the front of the restaurant. I recognised him instantly; it was Harrison's business partner Daniel. I inwardly groaned and tried to hide behind Paul as best I could.

"Smithy should be here any minute. He'll be interested to know that you scored yourself a new missus!" Daniel said.

"She's my personal assistant. Why don't you get our table so I can quickly discuss what's happening with her." Paul said. Daniel must've nodded because he went inside and Paul turned around.

"You still want to do this lunch?" He asked. I bit my lip and shook my head.

"Not really, no." I said.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realise that he was your ex-husband." Paul said. I smiled and shrugged.

"That's all right; I'll just wait for you in your car." I said. Paul laughed and shook his head.

"How about we annoy your ex. Pretend we're a couple." He said. I shook my head and looked up at him.

"I barely know you!" I whispered, knowing the fear was evident in my eyes. Paul frowned a little bit but nodded his head. He gave me his keys and kissed my cheek.

"I'll try to make it quick." He said. I nodded and made my way back to his car.

About an hour later, Paul made his way back to the car.

"Are you all right?" I asked him. He nodded and rested his head against the steering wheel.

"You want to talk about it?" I asked. He shook his head and I nodded as he drove off.

"How could you have ever been married to him?" He all of a sudden blurted out. I bit my lip and looked down.

"He wasn't always like that. He was nice once upon a time. I know it seems hard to believe but it is true." I said softly. Paul reached over and quickly squeezed my fingers. I turned to look at him and saw his beautiful eyes boring into mine.

"Let's just not talk about him anymore. It's your first day at work; you don't need to talk about your life." Paul said. I nodded gratefully and we arrived back at the building.

By the end of the day, I was glad to clock off. I knocked on Paul's office door and heard him call out for me to come in.

"Is there anything you need me to do before I go?" I asked. Paul smiled and stood up.

"No, there's not although I was wondering if you would like to come to dinner with me." Paul said.

"I actually have plans already. I'm sorry Paul." I said. I saw his face crumple in disappointment and then he composed himself.

"How about we go for breakfast tomorrow? We can meet up for coffee and then come to work." Paul said. I smiled and nodded my head.

"See you out the front of this place at about eight?" I asked. Paul nodded and I smiled.

"Goodnight Paul," I said.

"Goodnight Stephanie," He replied, smiling at me.

I got up the next morning and got ready quickly. Harrison had come over last night and we had gotten into an argument so my eyes were bloodshot and puffy. Hopefully Paul wouldn't notice. I walked out of my house and walked the few blocks to work. Paul was coming out of the parking lot and he smiled at me.

"Good morning," He said brightly.

"Morning," I replied, looking down at my feet.

"Are you all right?" He asked. I shook my head and felt myself move into his arms. I didn't mean to, I just wanted comfort.

"Come on, we'll go to the coffee house and talk about it." Paul said. I nodded and he kept his arm wrapped around me tightly. He felt so warm and I was comforted just by his presence. We arrived at the coffee house and went in. Paul went to order our coffee's while I sat down and tried to regain my composure.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Paul asked, placing a coffee in front of me. I shook my head and wrapped my hands around my cup.

"I'm sorry for getting all emotional. I mean, you should fire me, I'm already crying my heart out and it's the second day." I said.

"So it has something to do with Levesque Inc?" He asked. I shook my head and raised my head, looking into his eyes.

"Did you talk to Harrison last night?" He asked. I slowly nodded my head and Paul briefly closed his eyes.

"Did he hurt you?" He asked, opening his eyes.

"Only with his words," I replied. Paul nodded and pressed his lips together in a scowl.

"What do you care anyway, I'm just your assistant." I said.

"That doesn't mean that I don't care Stephanie, I hate seeing my workers upset. Do you want to take today off?" He asked.

"No, I don't want to do that. Please, just forget about it." I said. Paul grinned at me and my heart fluttered.

"Sure thing," He said. I smiled back at him and we finished drinking our coffees in silence.

"Are you ready to go back to the office?" He asked. I nodded and we walked back.

"Paul, can I ask you a question?" I asked. Paul nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"You said you wife was Tamara and when I got to thinking last night, I realised Harrison had a sister named Tamara. Were... were you married to Harrison's sister?" I asked. Paul sighed and nodded his head.

"Was that your son that..." I couldn't finish the sentence because he nodded his head. I pulled him into a hug and he rubbed my back warmly.

"I'll never be able to forgive her for that." He whispered into my ear. I suddenly came to the realisation that although Paul looked happy on the outside, he was empty on the inside. He had lost everything because of what Tamara did. I pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. Eyes that were filled with loneliness that I wanted to fill; I wanted to make him feel whole again. We made our way up to the top floor of the building and I noticed that my desk was gone. I stood there confused and Paul chuckled slightly as his massive hand enveloped mine.

"Your desk is now in my office. I need you closer so I can boss you around." Paul said. I smiled softly and followed him into his office.

"Or, you put it in here because you have a crush on me!" I said.

"Do not!" Paul replied, in a playful tone. Our banter carried on for a while until I actually sat down and did work.

"I like this arrangement," Paul said. I looked over at him and smiled.

"Yeah, same here," I replied. He grinned and I grinned back.

This could definitely work.