A/N: Thanks for all the reviews for the first chapter. Yes, I could take this a lot of ways and I hope that you enjoy where I take it and continue to review. Hope you enjoy. :)


"So…Chris Jericho? Stage name?"

"Yeah," Chris told the girl, "Irvine is my real last name, but I go by Jericho so as not to confuse anyone…so think of me as Chris Jericho."

"Okay, I will."

"So how old are you Stephanie?" Chris asked, trying to be nice to his new boss's daughter. She didn't seem obnoxious or anything, which was a good start. She didn't seem snobby or pretentious either, which he was surprised about. It seemed like it would be so easy to be a snob when your father owned such an important and large company.

"I'm sixteen," she told him, damning the fact she wasn't however old Chris was. He was more than cute she had found out, he was really nice too, and he was so hot that he didn't have to be nice, so it was a nice combination.

"Good age," Chris chuckled.

"I guess," she said, looking down. "So how long have you been wrestling?"

"Not that long actually, which is why I was a little surprised that your father contacted me to join the company," Chris explained. "I'm five months out of training."

"Well, maybe he just saw something in you," Stephanie told him with a smile, hoping that she was coming off as nice and not whiny like she had earlier. She could kick herself now for acting like a spoiled brat in front of him. If it had been anyone else, Bret or Shawn or even Kevin Nash, she wouldn't have cared, but this new guy, this really gorgeous new guy, she was so angry with herself. "So this is the tape library, um, everything WWF-related that's been filmed is in here, I don't know what you'd use it for unless you're feuding with someone and you want like footage of them."

"Cool, so you spend a lot of time here then, if you're able to be an in-house tour guide."

"My parents work a lot," she said evenly. "If we want to see them, we pretty much have to come down here."

"We?"

"Me and my brother Shane, but he's away at college, he goes to Boston University, so he's not around much either, so it's kind of just me," she said a little sadly. She missed her brother dearly. Growing up, it had usually been just them since her mother and father were building an empire and that usually meant that they had to be out of the house and away from their children.

"I know what you mean," Chris said sympathetically and Stephanie looked up at him, her eyes glinting off the fluorescent lights above them. "My dad was a hockey player, he was gone a lot too."

Stephanie nodded, "It kind of stinks sometimes."

Chris saw this girl next to him and sort of felt a brotherly bond with her. She was a lot nicer and down-to-earth than he would've first imagined. She also had similar experiences to him, and that was something of a comfort, that he had already found someone that he could relate to in this company, even if it was a sixteen-year-old girl. He chuckled at that.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"Nothing," Chris shook his head, "So do you travel with your dad to shows?"

"No, well, that's not true," she corrected herself. "I travel with him when I have a free Monday, like a holiday from school. He'd never let me miss school. My dad wants me to go to college and become something great."

"That's a good goal to have."

"I'm going to work here," she shrugged, looking around. "I belong here."

"How do you already know that?"

"Just do," she said impishly, a smile gracing her face. "Do you have any brothers or sisters? Preferably younger," Stephanie joked, "and especially brothers."

Chris had to laugh at her directness. He hadn't really met anyone who was so blunt before, sure Lance could tell it like it was, but Lance didn't do the whole self-deprecating thing a lot. Stephanie, on the other hand, it was like she didn't really have a filter on her mouth for anything, "Sorry, no younger brothers, or sisters for that matter, parents broke the mold with me."

"I'd have to agree," she told him, smiling at him and winking before staring straight ahead. Chris was now seriously impressed with this girl. Had she just winked at him? "Anyways, that's the gym right there, but you probably won't use that much since you probably don't even live here do you?"

"No, can't say that I do, I actually have a small apartment in Winnipeg," he said, still a little taken back by her boldness of words. Stephanie was reeling inside. She was usually never so forward, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted to look confident in front of him. Sure, she was a confident person in high school, but that was high school, Chris was in his twenties, far removed from the dregs of high school.

"Canada, nice," Stephanie responded.

"You know Winnipeg is in Canada?"

"I'm not stupid," she said sarcastically, "but I think that's pretty much everything you'd ever want to know about the building. I can't imagine you'd spend too much time here, I think my dad just wanted me to get out of his office."

"Well, this was very invaluable, and I thank you for showing me around," he said, sticking his hand out.

"No problem," she said nonchalantly, shaking his hand and trying not to show her delight at touching him again. He had such nice hands.

"Stephanie, I'm going to need that hand back," Chris said as Stephanie broke from her reverie and cursed herself again for looking like a complete dweeb in front of him. But when she looked up and saw his easy smile, before nearly melting, she knew that he was just a nice guy and wouldn't make fun of her for her stupidity or shortcomings.

"Sorry," she said sheepishly, looking anywhere but into his eyes. "But I guess, welcome to the company."

"Thanks," he said, looking around. "So should I be scared?"

"What?"

"Well, this is the big-time, you've been around it all your life haven't you?"

"Yeah, but…"

"Should I be scared?" he asked again.

"No."

"Good," he told her. "Well, I better get going, I was hoping to get out of here today and get back home tonight, I didn't want to have to pay for a hotel, even though I'm going to sign a contract, I still don't have a lot of cash and the taxi here and back was money enough spent."

"Oh yeah, um…I could give you a ride to the airport if you want," Stephanie said, not knowing where the hell that had come from. She had acted on pure impulse, her father would be very proud.

"No, you've probably got better things to do, but thanks for the offer anyways," Chris told her. "But I'm sure I'll be seeing you around, it was really nice meeting you Stephanie McMahon, and I hope whatever that play thing you wanted to go to is really fun, you'll have to give me details later."

She was excited about the "later" in his sentence. Did that mean that he was going to see her again? She was young and to her brain, the possibilities were completely endless. She was already picturing herself with this man, but he would never, ever look at her the way she wanted. She was just a damn kid to him. Besides, someone as good-looking as Chris just had to have a girlfriend, right?

"And you've probably got some girl to get home to," Stephanie said, trying to sound like she was joking and not trying to pump information from him.

"Not subtle," Chris said and she blushed furiously. He thought it was kind of cute that she would get so embarrassed after the boldness she displayed earlier. She was an enigma. "And for the record, I don't have a girlfriend."

"Oh," Stephanie said, still blushing, her face turning even redder if that was possible. She felt the burning of her face up to her ears. "Well, bye then."

"Bye Stephanie McMahon," he said kindly before her disappeared from her view. She stood there a few moments, reeling from meeting the blond man. He was…incredible seemed such an inadequate word to her. But that's what he was, and she could think of no better adjective to better describe the man. She sighed and went back upstairs to see her father, her day becoming a little gloomier in a moment's notice.

Chris's day was pretty fantastic though, having had a successful meeting with Vince McMahon. He walked into his apartment later that evening, whistling an unfamiliar tune that popped into his head. His apartment seemed brighter and less drab than it had that morning when he had left it. The answering machine was blinking and he pressed the button to listen to his messages.

"Chris honey, it's Mom, let me know how the meeting went, talk to you later, bye."

"Yo Jericho, you better tell me what the hell happened during that meeting today. Call me back when you get home."

It was too late to call him mom, not wanting to disturb her, but it wasn't too late to call the second message-leaver, Lance. Chris undid his tie, throwing it somewhere to be found at a later date and threw of his jacket, leaving it hanging haphazardly on a chair. He grabbed the phone and flopped down on the couch, hoping to find some replay of a hockey game or at least something worth watching. He dialed Lance's number and listened for the click of his friend picking it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Lance, it's me man, what's up?"

"Not much, how did the thing go?"

"I got offered the contract," Chris said with a smile on his face. "Vince said that I could be a superstar, now whether or not he was bullshitting me, I don't know, but the offer was attractive."

"What're you going to get paid, do you know?"

"Not officially, but I'm guessing somewhere in the 50,000 dollar range, which is pretty goddamn enticing. It's hard living off of like 14,000 a year. I could buy myself a cool, nice apartment that actually has warm water all the time."

"That's radical," Lance told him. "So what else happened?"

"Not much, his daughter kind of interrupted us and he said we'd save the rest for later, so I'm guessing when I get my contract. I should maybe hire a lawyer or something, to make sure I'm not getting the short end of the stick."

"Wait, daughter? Was she hot?"

"She was sixteen," Chris scoffed. "I'm not looking at a sixteen-year-old."

"Well then, was she nice at least, or was she one of those spoiled, little rich kids who just wants Daddy's credit cards and nothing else?"

"She was actually really nice," Chris answered. "When she first barged into the room she was completely whiny, stuck-up, but then Vince made her take me on a tour of the building and she was actually really nice and not at all stuck-up."

"Awesome," Lance said. "Get in good with the kids and you're in with the boss."

"I'm not getting in good with her or anything, she was just different than I imagined any kid of his to be, she had a sense of humor and everything," Chris replied. "If anything, she'd be like a little sister to me, if anything."

"Still, at least she wasn't snobby, I hate snobby bitches."

"Dude get over Angela," Chris said. "Except for having a nice rack, she wasn't anything to write home about."

"Whatever, and when is the last time you were on a date…oh that's right, it's been too long for me to remember," Lance shot back.

Chris scoffed, "That the best you got Storm? You know I'm focusing on my career. What girl is going to want to date a guy that lives the way I live? I can put off the dating until later when I'm a huge rock-star and the girls will be falling at my feet."

"Yeah, right," Land countered. "You really are too focused on your career. But look where you are now? Big leagues man, big leagues."

"Yeah, but don't worry, I won't forget about the little people that got me here," Chris said sarcastically. "Although, the receptionist at Titan was checking me out, she seemed pretty young, at least my age, she was kind of hot."

"Go for it, what do you have to lose?"

"My job for one if I'm caught screwing around with the receptionist."

"Dude, come on, go get some, you're too much of a prude," Lance told him.

"That's funny, coming from you," Chris said, enjoying the usual light-hearted banter between him and one of his closest friends. "Still though, if I really do have the chance to be a legit superstar, I'm going to take it, forget women, think of what could come with me getting the WWF Title, man that's huge."

"I swear Jericho, you're too job-minded, you have to live a little."

"I'll live a little when I retire."